Her eyes tell me that she can make it...
The doctor's tone tends to disagree..
... I stand silent, a few feet away...
... the wedding ring, luster-less on my finger
...
Smoke fills the air...
.. remnants of an addicted nature...
An empty bottle by my side...
liquor a regular feature.
...
My daughter had a ridiculous voice...
a confession I hate to make...
She wanted to sing in the annual convention..
an embarrassing task, I wished she didn't take...
...
My journey through the hospital alley...
revealed a few intimate things..
That cute little girl by the window..
Her voice melodious as she sings...
...
I am hardly in my twenties...
too early.. perhaps to visit those pearly gates...
I confess... I did a few bad things...
My sins catching up with my atrocious mistakes
...