Monday, May 25, 2015

The Poison

                  The Poison

The bottled poison severed, our comfort zones
We were just kids, living a life of havoc
Mom pushed forward, we followed.
You clung to her knees, I traipsed behind, slowly.

There was no time to reflect, 
The whiskey hanging over my shoulder
Had to do what I was told,
Else, there would be hell to pay.

I was better than he,
Yet, no one ever really told me. 

Mom had her hands full,
I was to lead you by example.

Where are we going?
I do not know.
Wherever it is, know this,

The poison does not exist. 


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