Urges

When basic human instinct kicks in, we lose it all

I watched my father brush his lips on the bottle

as the poison flowed through him I wondered why

what caused the recent revelation of repeating repentance

for sins unavoidable and money well spent

the cheating and the beating was nothing more than one event

he's lost in a world searching for him

a monster in no eyes but his own

he made a mistake, maybe a few 

but what human doesn't make one or two

yes, they were bad

yes, she left him

but no, I did not

he had his urges, he need for sweet treats

we all do

I spent my life idolizing him 

and soon he'll be gone too

Years later, as I look on in disbelief

I realize that in my eyes the problem was but brief

She's dead and gone, he's all alone, and I have been left meek

left alone, in a lonely home, without nothing but a poem

a writing scrawled, upon the walls, showing the rise and fall

of a family broken, bruised, and battered

but in the end, these events never mattered

if she could only have forgiven him

or stayed for me

Maybe it would have driven him

to stay and see

the world can be beautiful, not dull and drab

but not for a son, grown without a dad

liquor, the great forgetter

wasn't enough

for him inside he wanted to die

one way out.

Suicide

Author's Note

Anything will help, just looking to improve myself