• For Mom

    by  • July 22, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Addiction, Those Gone Before Us, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    She quickly drowns herself in the devil’s bottle
    five years later, and still no gear to her throttle.
    She wonders where her life and her love went,
    but she doesn’t realize that’s old time spent.
    Demons in her brain she can’t erase
    this is one spirit that is happy with its place.
    With every sip, downward she spins
    abandoning her children for abusive men.
    But why should she care about the bruises he leaves?
    If no one even bothers to make sure she still breathes.
    Ten years later and those who once cared are gone
    alone, shes trapped, and its been too long.
    Her family is grown, and gone far away
    she never thought without her they’d be happier this way.
    Five more years pass and the poison takes its toll,
    starting with her body and moving to her soul.
    Painfully she slips away from this strife
    not knowing her children still need her in their life.
    If only she’d listened while she had the time
    now its too late, was it worth it for the wine?
    Above her grave a daughter and son stand
    cursing themselves for not making demands.
    Her life could’ve been saved and little did she know
    the only thing they wanted was for their mother to home.

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