Another One Down
Friday night and another one down…
She had hoped and prayed this time would be different.
But a little too much fighting and not enough love…
The bottle became her escape like days before.
Morning came and the light shone in…
Realization of her sin made clear.
Shadows danced and haunted her soul…
How does she get out of this hole?
She cried her tears but no one could hear…
Lying in her room staring at the ceiling.
Hope was gone, shame set in…
She reached over and took a sip of stale pain.
The night was setting and what had she done…
Her mind was foggy and she didn’t care.
Shadows danced and haunted her soul…
How does she get out of this hole?
Morning came but where was she?
Quietly she slipped out of this pain.
Another one down, dead to disease.
How do we get out of this hole?
When the world takes her toll?
Another one down……
In Memory of a “Friend”
Beautifully Awkward
Her Broken wing 
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