Tornado of Addiction

She is a great dark cloud hanging over my worn out heart,

Pouring over me her vodka stained sorrows.

I squint my eyes, searching for her silver lining,

Though no such thing exist, she is too far gone in this drunken storm.

I ponder my soul for a remnant of sunshine,

Something to retrieve her from this hurricane of denial that has grasped her for so long.

The harder I try,

The further her winds thrust me back,

She will ride this tornado of addiction,

And she will ride it straight to her grave.