by Nick Gisburne
She looks at what her future has become
An empty bottle, crashing to the floor
So far from understanding, she is numb
How distant is the world she walked before
Emotions blend and blur with every sip
But nothing matters now beyond the glass
Her soul breaks on the rocks, a sinking ship
An empty train to nowhere, second class
A future of serenity and peace
Becomes the hearth and home of all she craves
Yet still she drinks, that easy, slow release
A pathway paved with pain and shallow graves
She wonders how to focus, how to be
And where to find the courage to be free
