WOOBLE 4.(One morning. Here comes the final part of the #WOOBLE

Family at dining,

Yesterday is forgotten.

But father,

In dreams,still far.

The sun penetrates the curtains,

Beaming rays,

Him found on a bed

Takes a turn.

Red eye,

Switched on.

The glare,

“Wife,come on.”

That moment,

Stiller than the fields.

Her curses,he’s a mong,

Smile,sets feet in the room.

What went on yesternight?

My behavior did hurt anyone?

Something in that liquor,

It drove me bitter.

Swear by my name,

By this house’s little flame.

Liquor and bad fame,

Far from eternal flame.

I curse it with your wish,

It took a way your bliss.

Darling of mine,

Tell me we’re fine.

I’ll keep my real corse,

I’ll keep it by force.

Forgive and forget,

So my soul it won’t torment.

©️SIMSIM.

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