I am shelter and warmth in just a few stitches.
Day by day I await your return, so that after the
long days I can hold and lull you to sleep.
There is comfort in my consistence,
never will you return to find that I have gone.
Under these covers you will find that
despite these thin layers,
you feel most safe.

Protection from the unknown, warmth from the cold,
people may leave you, but I will stay until we’re old.
Leave your worries behind, for even just a day
to escape beneath a sea of comfort,
solitude, and peace.

I beg him to listen
and consider anyone but himself
for once in his ****** life,

or perhaps speak truth, rather than lie.

I beg him to deep deeper,
there is a conscience within him
but he has not met with it in quite some time.

We plead with him to hold out hope,
but can we say the same for ourselves?

I wish he could experience
the love and beauty of the world
with whole-hearted emotion and awareness

But all he wants to do
is suppress whatever he has left.
The needle in his arm pushing in the poison
and pulling out the remaining humanity.

He is numb now,
but what is to become of his little girls?

I wake up every day with heavy eyes
and a weight on my chest and shoulders that
bruises and compresses every fraction
of my fragile being

I can not for the life of me remember
the last time I woke up eager to
to soak in the shine of the sun or
bask in the presence of someone I love

My misunderstanding of the world
finally led me to a place where there is no
way back home, and nothing but
broken promises
compulsive lies
drug busts
packie runs
and endless yelling
fleeting
shaking
panicking
drinking
numbing
is left to fill the space.