Veronica Joseph Poet I do not know?

Weaving Through Walmart

i'm lost inside your sorrow
lost inside your pain
here we go
again
a hundred  stories and excuses
a million trillion lies
bottles
pills
jail
rehab
halfway house
lies
living on the street
your drunk your 20s
started on your 30s
and now I face the fact
sobriety is not your thing
you are the hidden child living under the
bridge
the woman on the side of the road
or
weaving through walmart with joker lipstick up her face
looking for some beer.
My heart takes the slices
but never stops bleeding.

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Steve Voorhees May 13, 2009 at 3:51 PM I did not think I would get what I did from the title...that being said, this is a great write. I feel for you in dealing with someone who won't help themselves...I wrote a poem once called "Helping the Helpless" and it was on the same kind of person. Once again, I really liked this one...keep the pen in motion! Much love, Steve