Echoes in our head,
Resonate the memories we dread.
They're everywhere and we cannot hide,
It's in our drugs that we confide.
One to help us get to sleep,
The side effects to long to read.
Another that helps us rarely weep,
Hoping that this one might succeed.
We walk steady with the rest of the crowd,
Drink the same coffee in the same cafe,
Praying no one sees through this shroud,
We sip on our mochas in silent dismay.
At home, in front of the fireplace; Unlit,
Your mind clawing its way out,
Fumbling for the bottle for a single hit,
Unaware of what your life's really all about.
