Creeping

Creeping down the stairway,

Pausing in the hall,

Listening to beer bottles smash

Against the kitchen wall.

Waiting by the doorway,

Waiting with baited breath,

Wondering what sight will meet my eyes,

Unaware it would be death

The sound of crashing ended,

The sound of smashing stopped

I burst into the kitchen

And get an eye of my dad's sock.

I tried to help and get him down,

I tried to save his life.

But it was his choice to leave me and Tilda,

To leave his grief and strife.

I don't know why you did it dad

And I don't forgive you for it too

What you did was not for me or Til,

It was just for you.

Normally I'm not this harsh on my dad but I feel... angered today, he left us, he fell apart at mum's death, he forgot about the pain we were going to and just scarpered from his troubles. Sorry Dad x