Broken door

A bottle full, leaves you empty.

A bottle empty, leaves you full-

of hateful codependency,

A reliance writhed so heftily.

Who but numbing remedies,

surmounts your hard earned confidence.

Assurance failed with depleted words,

circling about your obscure properties.

To tend, to nurture and to fill-

fill your soiled cup.

To spill mine into yours,

until we both have nil.

You aren’t to blame, though once aggrieved,

I see your hurting heart.

It was that awful night, cold frosted panes,

Where your anguish was best perceived.

You called me home, Distraught and contrite.

I stressed wheels on ice, impotent and weary.

The door was locked I knocked and knocked-

Panicked and uptight.

I cared not for a broken door,

but your body lying sore.

Near unconscious to your core,

you wished a pill did more,

More take more,

More, until there is no more left-

inside you, sickness strangling you.

I cared not for a broken door,

but your body lying sore.

Near unconscious to your core,

wishing I did more.