dinner.
staring at my plate,
I think about the summer days
when at this time I would be out late
watching the clouds blush
and the sky darken
and the fireflies come out of the tall grass
in the field.
but instead
now I sit inside
longing to be liberated by the darkness on our doorstep.
my brother's favorite cartoon
playing the in background
the cheer at odds
with the moods of everyone else here.
YOU ARE READING
✧ city lights and fireflies ✧
Poetrybecause sleep always seems to evade the broken.
