Haunted.
When I rolled over to see if you were still there, You hastily opened your exhausted, glassy eyes.
“What are you looking at?” you spat.
Your cold voice echoed in the dark.
I closed my bruised eyelids.
I answered with nothing but a sigh,
And you were gone once again.
Definitely not the suburbs.
It doesn’t matter if you smash that window. Or if you talk to your neighbour using expletives.
Or if you’re lacking in the basic manners since birth,
Even if your parents really tried.
It doesn’t matter if you steal.
Or if you wrong, rights.
Because you’ll never fit in anyway.
Ring of Fire
Lifting granddad out of the vehicle,
His head shook from side to side.
“Careful!” shouted Dad when we walked over.
I wish Nan was here, she’d know how to do this.
Everyone looked sad as we walked into the crematorium.
Granddad had ring of
fire played as his last song.
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