Psychology

Circles

There are so many stories that feature New York City as their backdrop;
But never has there been one so corrupt.
Do you remember the American dream?
I'm sure you just felt a flicker of pain.
He had it all; the CEO of happiness;
But happiness masquerades as sadness, more often than not.
In this story, sadness is the antagonist.

Freddie was born on a Friday last summer;
A day where the heat gave way to an almighty thunder.
His lush blond streaks tore his admirers apart;
"He's a perfect little work of art".
Congrats you two,
I am so happy for you.
But, how could he be a father for someone else;
When, for as long as he could remember, he couldn't fend for himself.
He found peace when the pills kicked in;
Living vicariously through the Vicodin.

Circling the drain more times than he cares too admit;
Three times has Dianna been forced to have him admitted.
She cares for him more than she will ever let him know;
So much so that she has thought to let him go.
Everybody says he's a lost cause;
On the verge of losing it all.
But he is hers and she won't give up;
Not again, she has to hope.
He'll get better if it's the last thing he does;
He'll do it for Freddie, he'll do it for us.

Elena was born less than two years after her big brother;
Yet, her eyes have always been so much older.
Daddy's little girl wrapped around his pinky finger;
When it's not caressing a bottle; painfully does it linger.
Elena never got to know the real man behind her father's eyes;
She knew the man decorated and disguised in all of the lies.
I'm going on a business trip;
I'm popping out, where's the grocery list?
Just one last sip;
This is it, I promise.

Circling the drain more times than he cares too admit;
Three times have I been forced to have him admitted.
I care for him more than I will ever let him know;
So much so that I have thought to let him go.
Everybody says he's a lost cause;
On the verge of losing it all.
But he is mine and I won't give up;
Not again, I have to hope.
He'll get better if it's the last thing he does;
He'll do it for Elena, he'll do it for us.

Boom goes the dynamite;
On the brightest of all nights.
I felt him leave our bed at 3:00am,
Ten minutes later, I heard his thuds again.
But, this time, the sound felt final;
Like the final flicker of a candle.
I sought to see what all the fuss was about;
I knocked on the bathroom door, locked.
I screamed, I let out an almighty shout.
Please, Jack, make a sound, even a little cough.
Nothing. Crickets, emptiness.
Nothing. Crickets, emptiness.

Death was uninvited on that fateful eve;
Tearing his family apart at the seams.
Circling like a vulture; praying on the dead;
Forever imposed with a horrible sense of dread.
Such is the circle of life;
No matter a turn left or one right;
The day will always bleed into night;
And love will fade out of sight.