Drunken Strangers

                             I live in a home of drunken strangers;
                             they’re scaring me into wanting to cry.
                             But brothers and sisters are facing dangers,
                             I’m the one watching for a clearing sky.

                             A tempest blowing in late, as they sleep,
                             they awaken, coming into my room.
                             Five scared little children making one heap,
                             on through the dark night, there’s boom after boom.

                             Music playing loudly as the sots persists,
                             adults talking and acting like little kids.
                             Saying stupid stuff as they do the twist,
                             five little kids and fluttering eyelids-

                             Eventually the drinking leads to fights
                             over something stupid Charlie Brown said.
                             Feelings hurt, flying fists ending the nights,
                             ten fighting eyelids now asleep in bed.

                             Luckily, the youngest can’t remember,
                             just shadows of the drunk that she married.
                             Although I’ve forgiven, my scars exist,
                             a painful childhood is never buried.

                             Drunkenness carves life-changing scars on kids,
                             far too many drunks destroying their lives.
                             Think before you decide to hit the skids,
                             you’re cutting your kid’s lives with painful knives.