I feel as though I'm drifting but not swimming
Sinking not staying afloat
Being pushed rather than voluntarily remaining still
Bullied

A dinner waits in the oven, dry as tinder sticks.
You hadn't come home for tea, at the normal time of six.
I gave you a few

Survival
The world span away
When the phone rang that day
Ears buzzed as he said
It's your turn.

Another Chance

I sat alone in my room,
holding the ultimate tool of my fate.
I'd been keeping it all inside,
forgetting to forgive

WHAT?

What darkness
Leads a tortured soul
To break the bonds
Which hold us
Voluntarily

What illusion
So influences
A mind once so