15.1.13

The Teen

slow silence, in a shadowed room
long into the morning still the gloom
of curtains left unpulled

the twilight world of mobile phone glow
of clothes that won't go
by themselves to the laundry basket

steady listening to the loud beat
of relentless songs on repeat
but no talking to anyone

one day the light will dawn
and the caterpillar, finally born
a butterfly, a daughter will emerge

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A poem...what I just wrote.


1 comment:

  1. Dam I have a son - no light at the end of the tunnel lol

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