Loathing In Louisiana Poem by mark king

In the smug darkness of the saloon
Her pale face stares back at me

As I try to find a dream in her eyes
The tear in her eye tells me more

She came to free herself from promises
Broken promises of friendship and love

Little do I know of her joyless struggles?
And the solace found in a bottle of alcohol

My heart is torn in the chaos of this place
Because in her anguish, she can’t love

I bend not break only saying I understand-