Alarmed by shadows
I think I feel,
I struggle to close my eyes,
afraid I will open them a nervous child again
on top of the old, twin mattress
damp from the anxiety of a nine year old.
Startled by crashes and fumbling
outside the door
I whisper into the darkness,
“are you awake?”
and listen for my little brother’s answer
in sobs that matched my mother’s
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It really tugs at your heart. The words are written so nicely and capture the misery and pain behind the story x


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