All The Days Before Poem by James McLain

Look, I never knew what drove you.
The smell of cheap wine I abhored.
Some unknown trait before.
You a daddies girl he knew you were.
His weakness on his knee.

Was it untreated mental illness,
none could back then see?
Fueled by alcohol.
Children go where they are told,
beneath your bridge they built.

Triggers without guns by birth,
are pulled.
The hand that holds the gun,
the past, the future takes.
Today the key I hold was your mistake.
Tomorrow comes,
against my better judgement.