My Mum's Lover

A house,

a staircase

it was an accident

you hit me

with your words

it's my home I say

but you don’t care

you have come in

again

soon you will leave

but not me, her

I find my bedroom

solace and silence

the smallness of me

you have come again

I do not want you

you are not mine, hers

you smother me,

press me into bedsheets

you smell of bull sweat

“do not tell anyone”

I know you want me gone

but I am still small inside

and need my Mum.

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Martin Elder

Sun 20th Jan 2019 15:23

This is a brutally honest piece that has been well crafted. Thank you for posting something which must be very difficult to even think about ley alone share with the outside world. I read your sample poem which also has a great deal of beauty. I look forward to more of your work
Nice one

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