It took twenty five years
Twenty five years
Holding back
Tears
And pain
And guilt
And sorrow
And I’m sorry
Because I couldn’t save you.
I can’t save you
That’s something only you can do
They tell me, “Walk away”
Walk away because the worry wilts
A soul who’s pressed to find another way.
It is not my mouth consuming
Poison
Day after day
Yet
Somehow your addiction becomes
My affliction
My condition
My foundation built on empty
Promises never kept
Empty words warped by time
Drunken nights
finding you and your
Precious bottle
No child should see their mother cry
In a pool of vomit and regret.
You blacked out
I won’t forget
“Walk away”
They say but I can’t
Stand by and wait for the
Inevitable.
There has to be another way.
Trapped by this affliction
A daughter of addiction.
About the Creator
Jmar Teran
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