his hand moved
shiftin thru unanswered prayers
bad luck
and family curses
settin aside
almost lovers
a handful of nearly theres
and the names
of unprotected children
diggin deep
into the back
behind violence
and fear
beneath broken promises
and shame
til his hand closed round
a bad temper
blood stained piano
and a hand me down addiction
and somehow
he decided
that was enough
to make a man









Powerfully penned, 253. Another excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you