Why are you here?
Everywhere I turn, you're haunting me.
Then again, maybe you were always there. Maybe I have just finally opened my eyes.
As it turns out, the night before your sixteenth birthday would be the night you never remembered, and the one I will forever loose sleep over.
All the vomit, the claustraphobia, the laughter, and the smell of chlorine and alcohol on your lips will forever plauge my memory
And the words you cried out as your father pulled you close
"Daddy, I'm drunk."
I just sat back and watched as he pat you on the shoulder, shaking your toxin ridden body as he congratulated you on being a man now.
But you're just a little boy
You always were
And I should have known.
And to this day, I feel my heart thrust it's way into my throat when I know you're close by
Watching.
And the sound of your voice is worse, much worse
Just it's pitch sends my brain into a panic filled frenzy,
Dooming me to an eternity of empty gazes across gymnasium floors.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and All Things Alike
Poetrypoetry, short stories and a collection of everything else. these are the ongoing thoughts that run through my brain day by day, and a measure of life and what I know of it. everything on here is original work by me.