Do you remember life before
the bottle and the fist became your life?
Do you remember when
you use to smile more than once in a while.
Life before was so much better
Now I lay face down again because
you want to escape the pain.
The pain from the war years before.
Do you remember when you knew how to handle the pain?
You drink it away.
Another bottle and another
Yet you can't escape the pain.
It haunts you still.
Will you stop running soon?
Will you go back to living a life
rather than running form it ?
Will you remember your wife,
who loves you but
can't take your life with the bottle and the fist?