on the brink
she says there’s a devil in her
every morn after a turbulent night after night
he wakes up with her
and fills her head with his sorcery
his voyeuristic compulsive thoughts
his unremitting darkness
and takes a sadistic delight
in beating the hell out
of every ounce of sunshine she has
it’s such a tough battle
how does she outwit this hedonist devil?
medication only makes him somnolent
once the alcoholic haze is over
he’s back triumphant it’s déjà vu time
did you see that smirk on his lower right lip?
she talks of ‘feelings’ in a vacuum
she thinks of a lack of calling
does anyone really have a higher purpose?
don’t we all make up in bits and pieces
the reason of our being
to get on with this inexorable circle?
the journey is the destination
and round and round we go
her nine year old precocious daughter
is left to grow up on her own
her husband buries himself in work
business as usual an expedient escape
knowing well that her descent
was partly his own doing
breaking of an ideal
is debilitating to the soul
her brother is busy
fighting his own demons
her only solace is a sixty-five year old
gritty woman who refuses to give up
mothers are such fighters
it’s such a sad situation
what can you do?
hey blue skies
1 April 2006 )