I'm dealing with an alcoholic husband. My deceased father was also an alcoholic. This poem was written for them.

Uninvited
Who'd ever thought you'd be back?
I buried you 20 years ago.
As I laid eyes on the soft fresh dirt
I bid farewell, there's no love lost.
Who would have forseen that you'll return?
The repulsive smell of ketone breath
The evil force that would change a man
From admirable to the one estranged.
I thought for sure that you were gone
Though many times I dread your return
I dare not invite the one I loathe
The one who took the man I loved.
With every drop of your own blood
brings surge of power and control.
You really think you've got it all
To change a man who'd walk this world?
Guess what my fiend, you can't change me.
You're not invited, my mind is free.
I didn't call you, I'm not to blame
I will stay strong though you won't change.
Who'd ever thought that you'd be back?
I have a God, don't you fear that?
He'll stay with me and when the time is right
I'll bury you again, this time for life.