Damaged

You'll find her in a cellar like house
Down an old street
Smoking a cigarette; I suppose.
Her hair; all scruffy, dirty and knotted
She doesn't care
She has no reason to.

A bottle or two might be lying about
But don't hesitate
She will let you straight in.
Usually she is dressed in a white night gown
That's when she doesn't have any running water
If she is covered in garments of another kind
Then know that the bills have been paid.
She will offer you a cup of tea
Without sugar or milk though,
Maybe some fresh juice instead
Yes, she is friendly and open about most things in her life.
She doesn't care,
She has no reason to.

A little seasoned she might appear
No grey hair at all
She is just so spent; just so spent
In the cellar like house, she lives alone
The two children she had were pulled away from her
She abused drugs constantly; leaving her indolent they said
I don't know where they went off to.
She personally doesn't want to know; it makes her feel better that way
Or...she just doesn't care...
She doesn't need to.

Her mind is growing older each day
Forgetful and angry; she is sometimes.
Overall she is a happy lady who is trying to mend
The broken pieces in her life...
She works at the convenient store down the end
Where the men dressed in black hoods sell their narcotics
To those just like her...or those that soon will be...just like her
She doesn't step near the tonics any more
After her last arrest and her lock up in the rehabilitation facility
I suppose she has learned her lesson.
She never really did settle down with that junkie of hers
He left a few years later; I suppose he saw what a big mess she was
No, he didn't help her or anything like that.
He just left her with her two kids; none of which were his actually
I doubt he would have even stuck around if they were
Why don't you ask her about it?
I'm sure she'll be more than willing to tell you
She doesn't care about it much...
She doesn't need to.

Reviews

[ashley]

Wow this is heartbreaking. Such a powerful poem. It scares me... to be so completely alone and broken. It's just hopeless. I guess hopeless is the right word. You've really captured the emotions perfectly. Fantastic poem. 100/100