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Pleading Promises
At the edge of the earth
where the sun never shines.
Where the streets are not kept,
houses covered with vines.
Where children don’t play,
neighbours don’t say hello,
people keep to themselves,
the answer always is no.

In this dark, dreary place
where the rain always falls,
a young boy raced outside
past the door and he called
to his father, who
at this moment in time
packed his bags in the trunk
of his car and he climbed
into the front seat
glancing up at his lad
who’s trembling lips parted
“Why are you leaving us dad?

I’m sorry for yelling,
I will keep my room clean
I’ll do better in school
and I’ll never be mean.
I will never steal cookies,
cry, lie, or start fights.
I will help mom with dinner
Instead of wrong, I’ll do right!

Please don’t go away
I swear I’ll be good.
We have to play ball
You promised we would!”

His father sighed deeply,
rolling his eyes at his son
“It’s not your fault Sammy,
Your mom and I, we’re done!
I just can’t stay here.
It’s far better if I’m gone.”
He shut the car door
as his son stood on the lawn

“But when will you come back?”
His dad laughed and glanced high
“When the sun shines” he said,
staring up at the sky.
He took off down the road,
with his son standing there,
tears forming in his eyes
as he was left in despair.

Appetition
Attempt at slumber
Eyes wide in complete darkness
Sounds erupting from within
like a beast gnawing away at what is left
What is left?
I cannot tell,
not anymore

I can feel but one pain
and it courses
through my body
searing its way from my middle
spreading throughout
like poison
slowly killing

I am selfish, I know
I want
I need
But I am left without

The grumblings
Of a snoring bear
With me forever
I fall asleep with him
Afraid for him to wake


Bruising Deception
I can’t
I’m afraid
I don’t want to go back

If I tell
My mom will try to help
and he will get punished
He will be in trouble
but he’ll be angry

As soon as he can
he’ll come back,
he’ll be worse
and when he’s done,
I’ll be worse

I’m not big enough,
not to fight back
I don’t know how
I can’t do it

I’ll just try to stay away
That’s the best chance I have
He’ll find me though

I can’t escape him for long
He can sniff me out

He’s a hunting hound,
a loud brute
who can find the best prey,
the weakest,
the easiest to conquer

I’ll try to escape him
and when I come home
I’ll tell my mom
that I fell down


Crystals in the Wind
The snow gently falls
floating softly to the ground
Glowing in the dark

Icy daggers stab
All over my shaking frame
Blue hands tremble
As they reach for light
Shivering,
I crouch against my comrades
Striving for the smallest ounce
of calidity generating from their bodies

Children play upon
the feather-soft bed of snow
laughing their delight

A white cloud of smoke
Pours fourth from
My open lips
Each breath
Is a pointed spear
Puncturing my lungs

The crisp air laughs as,
playful gusts gather ‘round you
tickling your face

The sting of the wind
Is a slap across my face
It finds its way
to my chest,
my stomach
manoeuvring throughout
the faded layers of cloth
on my skin

The season is bright,
A merry fog settles down
on everyone

I was left without kin
These people
They are my family now
They are all
I have left to live with
They are all I have left
To keep me warm

The sights, sounds, and smells
make it a perfect place, a
winter wonderland


I Call Him Counsellor
Mommy says
I need to be quiet,
that’s why
I’m whispering to you.

Tonight she’s having
a lot of people
over to our house.
I think it is a party
but she didn’t invite me.

She said
I have to stay
in my room
so people won’t see me.

This morning,
when I showed her
my “A” on a picture
I drew at school,
she looked at it
but threw it on the counter.
She didn’t say a word about it.
Instead,
she started yelling
at daddy.
I don’t think
she really saw it at all.

I was sad,
but I was going to be late.
so I made my lunch
and put it inside
a brown paper bag
and I walked to school.

Mrs. Danesson
asked me what was wrong
but I told her
nothing was.

She wants me to talk to her,
to tell her everything.
She says she will listen
but I told her “no thanks.”

Listening,
that’s what
you are for, Teddy.