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Places

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I’m not all that great at poetry yet, asked someone for advice,
They said a lot of poems have places in ‘em, thought I’d try that out.

Kay, so, my mother’s like the neighborhood I was born in,
Smalltown suburbia where no one’s afraid to go outside at night and the stars whisper safe things, loving things,
Where everything I need is within walking distance and every neighbor is a friend I can go to if I need something.

My brother’s that national park I visited during summer vacation,
It was beautiful and life changing and felt like it opened the doors of my heart and flooded it with light
But it also felt distant and I know I’ll never go there again.

My step father….
He’s like the city I moved to during adolescence,
A place where I’d rather die than walk at night
Because I don’t trust what lurks in the streets even when they’re deserted,
He’s the city I lived in for seven years and still couldn’t learn the roads,
where my father’s car got the windows smashed in four times in two months,
The last time the radio was gone and there was the indent of a foot in the fender.
I wondered why the city hated us,
I wondered if it could tell I wasn’t from here,
I wondered if it could tell that I was scared and if it loved that about me.

My step father is the polluted sky that swallowed all the stars,
The stars that had whispered safe things and loving things.
My step father is the ambulance roaring by at four in the morning,
My step father is none of my friends being able to find me,
My step father is far, far away from home.

Every time I visit, I wonder if this is the time something will happen,
The time the things the suburban schools warned me about will happen to me.
I visit the city and wonder whether this time I’m gonna be the one with an indent of a foot in me,
The one being swallowed,
The one in the ambulance roaring by at four in the morning.

My step father is the city that fostered my depression and isolated me from my family,
The city I left one day and never missed.
1/23/15

Another unfinished one
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This is amazing