Drowning in Ale

He yells and kicks
tables, chairs, air.
He hits everything
except me, for now.

Once he was kind.
I remember a smile.
Was is so long ago?
Only a year, for now.

At times I plead but
he seldom hears.
Though occasionally
it will work, for now.

My father,
is that this stranger?
Still, I love him
and he loves me, for now.

Each day passes.
Things change and
slowly decay.
Nothing is the same.

He is drowning in ale.

The End

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