The Light in my
father's eyes shined bright
when my mom unfolded
the ones from her coat.
The discreditable job
of my mom was the
last thing keeping us going.
Dad tried cutting back
but when he first gave it up
he knew it wouldn't last.
His sick fascination,
our world spinning out of control
and a desire for change wasn't enough.
I can see him leaning
farther away from us but
crawling his way closer to the bottle.
His eyes wouldn't sit still
they flashed (darted) around the room
His mind wandered onto
a destructive path.
As we wandered onto
the streets.
