Spare My Son Poem by Zane Anthony

I open my eyes to a blank white wall,
as I pull my feeble body out of my bed.
My body yearning for the taste of relief,
these bottles, my only chance of peace.
I wish that I'd be gone instead and
my wife has become so cold.
I beg and beg for her to talk
to me, but she just hides behind her grief.
I know that she blames me
blames my drinking,
but if there isn't anything I wouldn't do
just to see my son again.
I'd give up drinking to hear his voice again.
My child took his own life
and even though my son has sinned,
please god, send him to heaven not hell.