Friday, 28 April 2017

Pops

Pops


Pops I always called him that
It was all going great
Picnics, vacations and everything I ever wanted
Then he was fired
And with it came lots of things unwanted
First was anger
Then madness
And above all
Alcohol

Pops became a monster
Something scarier than the Headless Horseman
He beat her everyday
Taking it no longer
My mom killed her died soul
And escaped from the hell on earth

Pops was sent to jail
And an asylum
He understood it all later
But not before he lost a wife
And I a mother

1 comment:

  1. I'll just hope that the things mentioned above never happen to anyone...

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