Her laughter broke the silence
Glances stolen, frantically searching for a way out
Confined to cold shackles
Her body weakened and bruised
Struggling to escape
Falling to the ground
Hopes and dreams failed to mend
Sickening whispers lingered
Icy floor greets her knees
Bare torso freezes
Brain in relapse
Like thorns without the roses
Desperate for a small cigarette
Just one tiny drag
One tiny wisp of delicious smoke, badly
Needs a little sip of alcohol
Please, give it to me!
All these crazy years she gave in
Pressure found her poor heart
In lockdown, deteriorated
Acting so strange
Once again on the ground she landed
Ripping her damaged hair out
Checking her yellowed teeth
Viewing the heavy wrinkles on her forehead
Deep lines in her worn fingers
Demented dreams in her head
Every now and then, so rarely,
Happiness pours back in
But only when she has a drink
Or a quick smoke
Then it’s gone in a blink
Places scrambling, walls floating, spots forming in her frenzied eyes
Are those chains just chains?
Or are they actually monsters wrapped around her feet?
Is there a cloud above her head that always rains?
No, no more restraints, she hates them so very much
Please, no! take that away!
They knock her out with pills without a chance to argue
As she sleeps in torment, all she can think of is
Oh, dad, I never wanted to end up like you.