Bunco booth

She tries so hard to see the light

But it’s always to no avail

She sees the faces and the smiles

In every magazine

But those eyes are out of this world

In her dreams and fantasies

She always found the key

To unlock the chains

That kept her here

And finally break free

In the rain on quiet streets

She walks alone

If only she could find the photograph

Before her heart turned to stone

Before all her senses slipped away

She doesn’t know the truth

She believes what she was told

Back in her youth

The TV was her only friend

It always seemed to sooth

The dark thoughts and the fantasy

Drawing her into the Bunco booth

She thought she could play the game

Maybe she could win

But her knees were much too weak

Always sink or swim

She couldn’t find a voice to speak

Falling back into her old ways

In the darkness once again

Mistaking the truth for lies

But with true grit she soldiers on

She could never be a quitter

Hand on heart she makes a vow

That she will not feel bitter

But her longings have gone off the scale

For a moment the pleasure hit her

It’s in these brief lucid refrains

She always sees the light

But pangs of doubt bring her back down

Its such a constant fight

If only she could get on top

Keep these demons at bay

She tries so hard to keep them in

To keep the pain away

But she can never find the strength

It’s a hefty price to pay

Her vinyl records are all scratched

She plays them on her own

The days are long

The nights are cold

So tired of being alone

But shallow breaths and her malaise

Its not what they foretold

She tries to find the strength again

So she can sail away

She wants to set her doubts aflame

With a silent ricochet

Her hands are chapped and sore

From climbing the walls

Her voice is horse

Her throat is dry

The tunnel is so long

A distance light

So far away

Not sure where she belongs.