His problems...(Death)

In the
bathroom drinking on
cheap vodka. Hoping
that there is no inspection
searching through
employee lockers. Four
more empty bottles are
noticably there. Sitting on the
toilet like a chair. He's drinking
and thinking that no one cares.
Nobody is there...

He
works hard, but his
ambition is clouded by
his problems. His smile
gives the impression that
everything within his world is
awesome. He pretends like
everything is o.k. But at the
end of the day reality sets
back in as he sips on a tall
bottle of Bombay...

Inside he is
crying out for help.
Drowning inside of his pride
he won't even reveal the real
problems within himself. He
shifts the focus when it
comes to the telling of his
own story. He realizes that he
is running out of time on the
issue present in his life of
which he is constantly ignoring...

I never
recalled him ever calling in.
But on this one particular
day oddly he did. After about
two days the police came to
have a sit down with us, and I
felt a sudden chill. Between us
they revealed, that while
intoxicated he had made the
terrible mistake of placing
himself with his two visiting
children behind the wheel...

The accident report
was a jumbled mess.
Several certificates were
issued for accidental deaths.
He and his two children were
killed among-st others. His
actions seemed to catch up
with his problem. His problem
had now shifted to become an
even greater one for their mother.
Untold and undiscovered, the
problems inside of a life will never
amount to the value of taking
another's...

The tears
are shed. So many
bridges to cross. The
deepest waters are tread.
Why do so many good people
have to equal a loss?
The kisses are bitter in life when
you cry and forever you must say
goodbye. Unanswered questions
as to why. No longer can you hear
their voice. No longer can you see
their face. It only takes one wrong
choice before someone is gone
forever who should have never left
here in the first place...

His neglect
did nothing
for his problems...