Poetry-Addictions Mom

Withered and sunken..

Bruised and tattered

A mother dispaired, who never mattered..

Cold amid flying flames

Of deceit, lies, and drug-filled games.

She cringes of pain unseen, as seamless sobs escape silently..

In the center of carrying on,

Oh, she masters onward brilliantly.

And there are wordless prayers,

Blank stares..

Crumpled heaps within..

That no one sees.

And hope fades upon a situation

Brewing with lifeless indignation,

And stumbling through the day.

She weeps alone, dry heaves to her bones..

Of utter loss and pain.

Every moment succumbs to desperate, needy hums.

Of discontent and loss..

The unknown is a devil,

and in mommas pain, revels..

And laughs with merciless conceipt.

For in a moment,

..a suffering and agonizing moment..

She whispers, “I am beat.”

Like a raft on wind-filled waves..

He whispers back, “Reach out and come with me.”

Whipped about in life unknown..

Addiction laughs in horrid tone

And smirks in winning praise.

Lights dim, darkness falls..

A journey within an addicts day.

Leaves a mother fatigued..

Tired face and worn torn boots..

Dressed for wars disgrace.

Another day on battleground,

And an addicts addicted display.

Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com

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