Behind These Closed DoorsA Poem by Deborah Leah KrempaBehind these closed doors Everything is quiet, everything is hushed He is drunk again tonight I count the days and mark them down on the calendar No one knows what goes on behind these closed doors Danny died from a heart attack
The truth be told it was pills and booze He just couldn't cope with life when he came home from Nam Everybody has to die someday, but Danny, he was a good kid Sometimes I think about Danny, you know? He was my brother-in-law Everybody has to die someday, but Danny, he was a good kid
Cats and dogs running in packs, Danny, he took in all of the strays Let them have the run of this old house, like cat chasing mouse Oppression reigned here as he became obsessed with alcohol Sometimes I think about Danny, you know? He was the younger son Everybody has to die someday, but Danny, he was a good kid Damn it, Danny! Why did you come home and drink yourself to death?
Danny, sometimes I think about you and the days that you were sober Oh those day were few & far between, such a sad & tragic life Oh dear Danny, I really hope you're in a better place, the war is over now Roads in life are often not of our choosing, Danny, he was a good kid So long Danny, until we meet again... © 2010 Deborah Leah Krempa |
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Added on February 5, 2010 Last Updated on February 5, 2010 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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