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An alcoholics legacy

An alcoholics legacy

A memory trickled down my face.
A lost love, a poor decision of fate.
Years now past, since those troubled times.
How often, over the years, have I replayed them, in my mind.
The grief, the pain, the hurt, the despair.
The utter devastation, those left had to share.
Our life was good, 2 families not of blood.
Bonded together with laughter and love.
But your soul found troubles, where there were none.
You sought comfort, at the bottom of bottle or a can.
A battle ensued,
A battle few win
The addiction had hold
and your demise did begin.
On holiday we went,
one last try.
But time ran out
There was no goodbye.
The journey home from that far of land.
Alone with your son and his unfortunate friend.
A torturous time, ripped apart by such pain.
The hurt you inflicted, scars today still remain.
The evil you courted, took away your family one by one.
Your poor mum buried them.
Till she herself, heartbroken was gone.
Grandchildren your eyes were never to see.
Children's lifes also destroyed.
This was your legacy.
But sometimes when I'm restless and I cannot sleep.
I hear music pulsating and feel a familiar beat.
I see that smile as you step onto the floor.
I hear laughter and gasps as we dance once more.
But the music it fades and then it has gone.
Emptiness is all there is left.
A lifetime you promised me, but never gave none.

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