In the shadows of the bottle's embrace,

Lies a mother lost, in a darkened space,

Helen, her name, a bitter taste,

In memories tainted by the past's disgrace.

 

Pushed away by her own hand,

A fragile bond, now turned to sand,

Drinking deep to drown the pain,

Yet finding solace in the pouring rain.

 

Blame laid heavy upon your brow,

A burden too great, to disavow,

You turned your anger upon me,

As I struggled, trying to break free.

 

Goodbye became the only choice,

As I silenced the echo of your voice,

Walking away from the chaos within,

Leaving behind what could have been.

 

Helen, dear mother, lost to the night,

Wrapped in darkness, out of sight,

I mourn the woman you used to be,

Yet I must say goodbye, and set myself free.