Would drink an drink
till he couldn't think
I know it's sad
but I was kinda glad
when he passed out on the couch
I didn't have to listen to him be a grouch
it was like a stain that never went away
but when the morning came
I knew he was to blame
he caused somuch grief
but now it's such a relief
my siblings hate him
but I miss him
I wrote him letters
I really tried to make him better
but it was like talking to a wall
some how I was the only one to fall
to ease my pain
I wanted to jump on a train
I wanted to leave
I wanted belive
but I couldn't
becausehe would drink an drink
till he couldn't think
kendyll brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-he-would-do-is-drink/
