©Jerry Langdon 2020
People look at me from the side.
Keeping distance; afraid of my hyde.
Liquor is the potion that sets him free,
While sober anger wastes me.
A bit of booze and shazam
The crimson flood breaks the dam.
Darkness commands my dread skies.
Hellfire engulfs my unwilling eyes.
All its pain at his disposal
Releasing it all upon your soul.
I fight to make him sleep
Behind cold eyes, I weep.