Sleep Deprivation Poems

Stuck

My submission to discord server writing challenge!!

Needs to include: Pen, Blackout curtain, Broken doorframe, Paint.

Must be 850 to 2,500 words.

Trigger warning: Stuck at home, running from authorities, depression?, bad father figure, talk of suicide and death.

This isn't much of a story more so than it is just words that sort of make sense. and it is in free script because why not. Sorry. I don't expect good points. I just did this for fun and as a wannabe therapy session for myself. Enjoy?

The rain hits my window.

It's been a long time since I left my house.

Stuck in the house until we can be seen.

It's a new house.

Though not all that new.

It needs new paint,

New plumbing,

And a few new doors.

But this is my new home.

I'm stuck here.

For who knows how long.

But it's home.

I have my family to keep me company.

And my grandparents come once a month.

But I can't leave much,

for fear of someone finding us.

I can go to the beach though.

It's one of my few escapes.

The walks,

The sea glass hunting,

The rock collecting,

And the sand in my toes.

It isn't much.

But it's my escape.

We left my other home in a hurry.

I had to pack my clothes within just a few days,

and take only enough toys to fit in a bin.

And off we went.

No more friends.

No more playing in the street,

No more school,

Though the school part didn't bother me much.

To this day,

I miss that place.

I left it when the court found us.

And you might think,

"Why would you miss a place that heald you hostage?"

And I'll answer you this.

It is not the experience I miss.

Nor the place itself I miss.

But instead the ignorance I had during it all.

Not too long ago, I found an old journal of mine.

One from not too long before I departed.

It was a colorful journal,

covered in Disney fairies,

With rainbow pages.

I used an old glitter pen to write in it,

And it had my crappy 9-year-old writing.