Youth engulfed in the smells of smoke
Alongside a feeling of joy
While in another place
Two parents scream; I play coy
Bubblegum, rainbows
Cigarettes and cannabis
As a little boy sleeps although
Hushed voices speak of malice
The eve of christmas
On a floral velvet couch
Holly and smoke is in the air
As children cry and parents shout
A torn up shirt, fist against the wall
Words of hatred and
I feel myself start to bawl
Into the couch
Tears absorbed
Whispered sobs
On Christmas Eve
YOU ARE READING
phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
