The Empty Bottle

The empty bottle in your hand.
It makes it hard to even stand.

You try to drink your sorrows down.
And hopefully get rid of this for ever frown.

You stumble across the empty room.
To see the picture that brings you gloom.

The good times when the love was true.
But now you feel oh so blue.

Your heart aches no matter what.
There's nothing you can do to fill that spot.

You've lost your wife for being unfaithful.
Your love is gone and it is so painful.

You hang your head and start to think.
Your heart feels like it's starting to sink.

Your upper lip begins to quiver.
You feel so cold you start to shiver.

A tear forms in the corner of your eye.
You brake down and begin to cry.

No matter how much you drink.
You can only sit and think.

"Why did I do what I did".
And think about your little kid.

Your beautiful little baby girl.
"She's 12 next week my precious purl".

"She truly means the world to me".
"I haven't seen her since she was three".

It was down to your drinking issue.
Not allowed to see her so you grab a tissue.

You chuck the picture frame across the room.
You fall to the ground in to your doom.

You feel your self quickly start to die.
You think of your life and ask why.

Why has your life been bad.
For 9 years you've only felt sad.

You slowly fade as the room goes dark.
You hear some voices start to talk.

Your daughter says "Daddy follow me".
"Mum's almost done making tea"

A grin appears as you kiss your daughters cheek.
Your so happy you can't seem to speak.

Your daughter grabs your hand and tugs.
"Come on daddy" so you walk as you shrug.

She drags you in the house, you see your wife.
Chopping the carrots with the knife.

Happiness has come at death.
As you breath your final breath.