Poem: The Difference

Excerpt from Four: “Dear Brother”

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Sometimes Dad took Mom’s place

To lay by your side in the white room.

 

The gravel crunched under her tires

As Mom finally came home

To be with me.

I killed her on the inside

Because I acted like everything

Was normal.

 

We lived in different worlds.

 

I was ten

I lived at home

Surrounded by people

Who’d crouch down to my level

Their hands on their knees.

They dumbed down the truth for me

Until it was sickly sweet.

 

She was forty-five

And spent every minute on a cot

Next to her sickly thirteen year old child.

She lived on almonds and barely moved

Because leaving his side

Felt more empty than any hunger.

 

The world outside

Simply cannot exist.

Not when you sleep

With your eyes and ears open

Anticipating the signs of misery

In the person you love most.

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