Politics Of Woes Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The memories created,
Become blurred lies.
Unable to remember the hours before.
An after effect of pride
Dispersed by the hand full.
The music drowns out the sound.
An avid club goer.
Eyes barely open.
Lost in the flashing lights.
Another appointment missed due
to lack of sleep.
A rush of pills and alcohol.
Gleam in the sweat that drips profusely.
A bruise covers her left eye
Insecure of which blemish would cover
her blemish.
Dark shades of blue and orange.
Her jaws lock on impact
As he awaits her to come home.
Afraid she runs.
Away from the reflection she sees in the mirror.
Lost and afraid.