I am awake and alive on this dull sticky morning,
I wonder who put what in the Sambucca bottle,
very sweet,
maybe,
was just sweet Sambucca,

Alive,
I may well be,
my head is being hammered internally,
by a million hammers,
all at once.

My children,
they offer me no feelings of compassion,
no support for mummy dear,
self-inflicted mother love,
you should have known better.

Not,
oh dear what's the matter mater,
can I help you,
can I feed you caffeine fix,
from the bottom of the bedroom drawer,
the dug out paracetamol,
chucked them at me,
ma,
try this,

I crept downstairs to find a fix,
a positive hit,
of sweet black gold,
this morning's necessary evil,
now I have taken my tablets,
guess it's time for a refill!
(C) Livvi