Drunken-Night Dance

He walks in the door

With beer on his breath,

He's wild and crazed

And he smells like death.

He flies up the stairs

Like a bat out of hell,

And everyone knows

That this won't end well.

He pulls on the knob

Of his son's bedroom door,

And throws him a punch

Then throws a few more.

Dazed and confused

But incredibly mad,

The boy throws a punch

Right back at his dad.

Through slurs and screams

He kicks out his son,

And says if he comes back

He'll bring out his gun.

So the boy grabs a bag

And packs up his stuff,

But with so little time

He hopes its enough.

The boy walks to his mom's

Through the harsh winter cold,

And although he's still young

He can't help but feel old.

He sleeps on the floor

'Cause there isn't a bed,

And he can't stop the thoughts

That have filled up his head.

But the very next day

When he looks at his phone,

He has a text from his dad

Asking why he's not home.

He doens't remember

The things that he'd done,

His only reminder

Is his beaten up son.

He begs for forgiveness

He wants one more chance,

But his son's had enough

Of this drunken-night dance.