MY dads rage fills the house <br />like thick black smoke.the <br />windows keep the plague in, <br />and the doors lead to hell, his <br />hands are full of anger, and his <br /> eyes are full of drugs, . and <br />this paradise he once paid for, <br />is no more.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/images-of-my-past-dear-old-dad908/
