"My Friend Is Drowning In Vodka..."

I sit across from her, she is drunk
And trying to hide it
She's ashamed,
As her eyes cry behind themselves
Her mind is screaming for rehabilitation
But her pride won't let her
Say the words to me....

She knows I'm waiting for the words.....

Her skin, ashen and sagging
Must have dropped thirty or forty pounds
(looks terrible)
And when I ask
If she's been eating at all
She begins sobbing and whispering
"I know you HATE me, I can tell,
You HATE me!"

She knows that I'm waiting for the words.....

The darkness beneath her eyes
Slathered on as weariness
And hints of the Death haunting her dreams
Like the Vodka Bottle
Beside her bed.....

When finally, she cries
Looks me in the eye
And asks,
"Can you take me to rehab?"
We embrace, she sobs
And my heart, cries, and smiles
To the heavens.......

For:  Kathleen   ( my friend )