we had another arguement
our son the audience,
he curls into a ball and sits
worried his mom and dad
will call it quits,
I left the home
now he sleeps alone,
I’m dying within
I can’t lay next to
or comfort him,
tears flowing uncontrollably
when will this end,
approaching the brink,
chances of seeing a therapist shrink
after taking a drink,
wishing I was arms length
to wipe the tears from his cheeks,
I will take what you love most
that’s what the devil...