Lucas Day

Confronted again by 

The sideways, disdainful look

Of a father who is

Disappointed in his son. 

Looking in the window of a happy life

I see my wife and children play and laugh,

But I am outside.

The happiness is not mine.

Bloody to the knuckles 

Desperately I try to break 

The wall of bottles I drank

Lies I told, comfort I sought

In the arms of other women. 

I cannot open the gate, I cannot

Come back inside.