MY dads rage fills the house
like thick black smoke.the
windows keep the plague in,
and the doors lead to hell, his
hands are full of anger, and his
eyes are full of drugs, . and
this paradise he once paid for,
is no more.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/images-of-my-past-dear-old-dad908/
