A thick trail of smoke,
The lovely smell of migranes,
It must be a bad day
Step, one after another,
The creek of each step
Echoing throughout the house
Keep walking, slowly
All the way to the source,
A shut bedroom door
No light is coming from inside
Just darkness, sickly darkness
Reach out to the handle
Barely touch the cold metal
Open it, it's unlocked
Find a sickly mother,
Curled up in a bed,
Clutching blankets, and bills
Drowning in a thick hazy fog,
Both metaphorical and literal
A cracked gasp, and a plea to god
Dry tears
Run down her poor pathetic face
She can't see the fog, but she feels it
All she sees
Is an oblivion of darkness
And a cigarette that she needs now
YOU ARE READING
Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
