Notes: I've seen a few of these up and around the archive, and it made me want to write my own. Hope you like it! :)
I can smell the whiskey on her breath.
It's worse than cocaine, heroin or meth.
My mother, the woman I loved so dear,
Is now the person I've come to fear.
Her harsh words pierce my heart like a thousand knives.
That man who hurt her has destroyed both our lives.
Purple constantly blossoms my olive skin,
But they hurt no less than the pain within.
The pain of seeing my mother so frail,
And then so drunk she cannot even get the mail.
She tells me she loves me when poisoned she is not,
But the hope I have of that is beginning to rot.
I always help her up from her drunken sleep,
To send up to her room to where she can keep
Dreaming her dreams when gets the chance,
To escape the pain of the drunken trance.
And it will happen again for weeks on end,
The pain never truly getting to mend.
No life to live, no reason to go on,
And yet I keep moving, trying to be strong.
The spell she's under clearly has no escape,
And the pain she's suffering I guess must be her fate.
It's an brutal, endless cycle, plain and fact...
But all I really want is my old mommy back.