Invidious was the time in her bosom,
in the cold of night, in every day’s light,
through misspent moments of childhood.
Grey were the washed walls of my cell
in hell that earthly paradise of Eden
hanging from the tree like forbidden fruit.
Melancholy visited often playing with me,
gluing bruises to my crumpled paper soul.
Loneliness became the friend I longed to lose
in my shared chamber of unearthed secrets
laid bare by naked teeth with malicious intent,
tearing my crumpled paper heart from my chest.
A famine of love I feasted on in abundance
across a wooden table of sibling loathing
in a heartless beloved familiar fraternity.
Great was the hate felt often through kid gloves
of ice in summer, of fretted knives slicing
the sensitive nervous of this un-manly boy.
Dark were the dim days of destruction
where cataclysmic chasms spread schisms
through the rift valley of parental negligence.
Hard were the games I played in the war of love
my beloved family set for me in the courtroom
of their plastic loveless hearts and shallow souls.
Silent grow nights passed in lonely contemplation
where love is unknown, is missed, and never visits.
But my ken understands the darkness of the cupboard
under the stairs.
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