That Sweet Red.

She tried so hard to put it down

That glass in her hand 

In which her life drowned

Sweet taste 

That blurred her head 

Stopped her thinking

Her emotions laid dead 

Color red

Spilt on her chin

Dropped to the floor 

A puddle of sin 

Taken over 

That bottle or few 

A breakfast 

Lasting the whole day through 

Into the nights

With a hand full of pills

Sickened duvets 

A struggle of will

Life never used to be this way 

She reminisced of dance floors 

Where she once swayed 

Pretty tunes still come to her head 

Along with memories 

Soon lost in dread 

How could such beauty 

Be torn from this face 

Hagered eyes,  wrinkles 

Cover this once golden grace

Her life was changed 

In one quick glance 

Sitting by a bottle 

No longer stands a chance 

Love has flown 

And left her be 

With a glass of sweet red

Resting on her Knee