Lauren

Things have been tough for Lauren

Since the death of her husband some years ago

She had married young to a widower much older

Inherited two kids or so

She used to sit and wonder

What exactly had happened to her

Old before her time,

Her heart wanted so much more

There was always the door

She could always leave

And not come back

To these thankless kids

Who talk back

Lauren, packs a bag

And leaves it next to the door

For now this will do

Please dear heart, no more

Dreams

In a pill-fed sleep

That make her fat

But make her glad

For the day

Some more pills

To keep the hunger pangs away

She will be free soon

But for now she will stay.