Set Free

Child,
remorse is the ache within your chest.
Confusion is the pain inside your head.
Envy burns red upon your skin,
under your freckles,
sin is akin.
Depression accentuates the blue in your eyes,
the bottle handy,
your mother cries.

Waters are high,
the wall is thin,
body breaking from within.

Dam destroyed,
sicken; disturbed.
She smiles;
watches;
unperturbed.

Strikes the third,
you're dead and gone,
her laughter rumbles;
it won't be long.