its near the bottom of the bottle
and you give me that look
you haven't yet forgotten the pain
your slowing down
your slurring your words
but you haven't yet forgot
they took your babies
they took your pride and joy
now your lost
you have no more money
you have no job
you gone with the tears left to keep you warm
i watch you stumble out the door way
with the keys in your hand
it seems to be the last time i see you
what has happened?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem