Need A Bedroom In My Life
Your Smile Is A Sweet Lie
With the want of sleeping safe at night to hug myself tight and know I will be alright.
I need a bedroom in my life to consume the endless fight I endure behind my eyes.
On the sofa and wooden floors insecure in a sleeping bag, I'm trapped in an embarrassment where my eyes are always sore. Unable to withdraw and snore in privacy.
From homeless shelter's, strangers houses, to my sister's home. I shatter of guilt. My niece's bedroom taken to fill her Uncle's loneliness.
I write my situation with tears and ink mixing. My body is changing, mind is turning, my spirit is demoralising, my character is degrading.
I pray the ancestors don't deny and neglect me as did my parents for them I couldn't truly afford.
I hug myself tight in the alienated silence of my pain. I stumble before my lips unsure how to voice my worth.
~ H a y t h a m T r u e h e a r t
About the Creator
Haytham Trueheart
An ordinary human who writes poems about his life and the world around him.
Based in Magandjin (Brisbane, Aus).
Torres Strait Islander, Kiwai & Anglo-Aussie.
Biji Kurdistan! Aboriginal Land.
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Comments (1)
Wow, a description that can be for so many these days! Great job on poem and if this is you, I hope you find your own place and comfort.