Fearful

May 12, 2018 — Leave a comment

It was hard,

Watching my Dad

Staggering home from the pub,

Up the dark

Orange lit shadowed Street,

From our dusty greased window,

Two stories up,

Looking down,

Knowing,

When the key slipped into the lock

And he came through the door,

Into the house,

My life would never be the same,

Again.

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