Because of his parents who met at an AA meeting
Whose gene pools spelled only disaster.
Because of the cancer that did not take him as a child
That left not gratitude but rumbling fault lines of self hatred and doubt.
Because of the ever merciless God his grandmother so adamantly preached about
Who never once graced him with His compassion.
Because of his father who forged the path
Ending his own life with a bottle of pills.
Because of the brother who escaped,
Now a respected Seabee off to serve his country.
He lays in torment
Body a leaf in a hurricane
Mind on fire
The needle the only door to his peace
Toxins the solitary cure to his unrest