Poetry journal

The family play

Rise and darken, over the days you become rotten.

Pushing yourself out of bed feeling a heavy weight on your back.

You’ve used so much water from your eyes that the water tower is empty.

Tonight I’ll stare into the dark again until I feel the tears run down.

If I keep going back to sleep everything will finally go away.

Dreaming about having a fairy tale like life.

My eyes glued shut for seasons, my ears blocking out the shouting I hear.

The sounds unlocked my mind, they came to destroy my life inside.

I woke up and my smile soon fades when I see I’m in the same room again.

Playing dollhouse, and their family seems to be happier.

If I glue my eyes shut can it be mine too?