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Home or hell ?

I sit on the porch and thinking
has the old house were I grew up hell ?
looking around. at the old memories I had
the good but mostly the bad
Were my dad come home drunk
Were he stood over me with them hazy
drunk clouded defeated eyes ..

Hell or Home ?
when I come to see my new for wheeler
Yet them are good memories but no the best
When I come home to see my father wating with
a tired ashamed look upon his face
After a hard two week drinking binge
And gave me a empty hug
The long hours spent with me and my father
building my fort when I was only ten
Those are the memories I loved
The long night spent up laughing and spending time
With my family
So ask me .. Hell or Home ??
Couldn't tell you I push the bad memories away
and force the good ones in just to get
A few more good laughs
With my father