S.O.S.

  S.O.S.

It was a cold December morn and the night had such a storm
The children where late but she couldn’t wait
She was ready to find the entrance to hell’s gate
It didn’t matter they would only see the latter
Upon the entrance he would find a corpse
She opened the bottles one by one
Like it was some sort of game, how fun
The pills they prescribed, all opened wide
next to the bottle of Gin, oh ;where to begin
She poured them down chased with some Crown
She laid in bed hoping only to wake up dead
The children had not returned from her ex she burned
Hot upon that cold winter’s eve if only; she could believe
The storm quickly went as the night she spent
On the bed just inside the door, wanting life only more
The children came home missing her  so
Wanting to tell her of the weekend she didn’t know
The door was locked and the key jammed ; into it they slammed
As they heard the slurried words said, coming from that bed
Call an ambulance , get your Dad ,by the sink is what I had
Dad was not around and She lay on the floor by the bed
Still the key was jammed in the lock of that door
Shaking the calls were made and her life was saved
Was it fate or destiny she stood at the gates of hell
Only to escape covered in hospital tape
11 August 2011 ARHC
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