Monday, July 25, 2011


I see her smile
But it’s posed,
A show for cameras.
Her eyes are crying,
Dry, but wet.
Hair’s done up
That wants to fall.
Hands ache to reach
For liquor bottles, anything
To quell the pain.  But inside
A heart is crying out,
Knowing drugs can’t
Fill the void.  They’ll
Only push the fateful day
An inch or two ahead.

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