Appearing slowly through
The beery slush
Haggard, old beyond her years.
A fool, for anyone to take
Advantage of in any way they choose.

She knows nothing of her former life
And cares not for it either.

To her all places seem alike,
A murky fug of fags and beer.
Yet when the mist begins to thin
And when the noise around her dims,
Freeing the edges of her mind.
She sobs and cries, collapsed, deflated.
The hollow truth behind those tired eyes
Revealed, exposed, for all to see.