Natasha StubbsEnnis

Rookie (15/06/95 / London)

Seeing Through The Walls - Poem by Natasha StubbsEnnis

It was always her choice,
She’d open another bottle,
Pour another glass,
Waste another night away,
She’d never say why,
But I always knew why,
She was hiding from life,
Hiding from the truth,
Kidding herself that she didn’t need help,
Kidding herself that I didn’t need help,
Avoiding the situation whenever possible,
Avoiding me whenever possible,
Avoiding her illness whenever possible,
Avoiding my illness whenever possible,
Out when I was in,
In when I was out,
Pumping herself full of drugs,
Whatever she could get her hands on,
Prescribed or not,
Passing out in back alleys,
Walking into main roads,
Beeping of the cars,
Beeping of the machines,
A long pause,
Doctors and nurses come running,
Shocking her,
But nothing,
Another life taken,
Another bottle opened,
This time to rid me of the truth,
It was my choice,
I pour another glass,
I waste another night away.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2010



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