Entities weeping , for her
injured soul, some silently
sleeping.
Interrupted dreams, from
her intoxicated screams.
Looking for peace, finding
hell, no release.
Going down the same path,
my skin burning, feeling the
wrath.
Internal bleeding, implications
fleeing.
Discarded love thrusted on
the floor, sweeping it back
out the door.
Consumed with self-pity,
animosity against humanity.
Mythical happiness, reversed by
perpetual sadness.
Seeing her pain, feeling
powerless, as she
spirals into her self-made
abyss.

Intoxicated © 2000 Annette Garnett