Life's troubles had thrown her into the deep end and
She was in the pond of sorrow
Drowning in her consumption of alcohol
She sat in the back
Where she thought she would
Cloak her drunken stupor in invisibility
But still the presence of pain and suffering
Could be detected in her eyes
And it was reflected in her words
That erupted from her volcanic mouth
And like lava burnt the souls
Of those who had aknowleged her presence
Others who paid no attention to her
Were burnt by the fury
That fueled these words
And some by the resentment
The understanding of the hell she had been put through
Had now embedded in them.
The intensity of the heat
That encompassed her words
Burnt the hearts of those who
Decided to lend her an ear
And shifted their judgemantal perspective
From apatthy,via compassion
A detour that got them to sympathy.
Though the words were uttered from
A mouth of an individual viewd as unscrupulous
Her words echoed the truth
And these words were a representative
Of realityof the other hers
Who were deep
In the tempest of the river of sorrow
And drowning in the consumption
Of a substance that caused them to
Foolishly believe their misery and trribulations
were drowning with them
The most unbelievable but most common
Theory became true instantlty
All these woman were caught
In the same predicament
All because they had imprisoned
Their states of mind in dependency
And had liberated their independence
And she kept drowning in alcohol
The river of sorrow,which was once a pond
Became an OCEAN