25 May 2012
'Hi Mum'
Doesn't reply.
'How was your day?'
Why do I try?
-I'm going to ignore you-
I gathered as much.
As for dependence?
A weak person's crutch.
'How are you, Dad?'
Doesn't reply.
'How was your day?'
Why do I try?
-leaves the same room-
I sink into sorrow.
A futile hope:
It'll be different tomorrow.
'Liam! You're back!'
My brother, fifteen.
-acts like I'm a ghost-
I feel so unseen.
-moves to my father
and then to my mum-
Compiles their love;
They acknowledge their son.
'Lauren, how's school?'
My sister, still young.
She barges right past me.
Holding her tongue.
-you're not really there-
I hang my head.
And look to the future:
The days to dread.
It's like I'm a ghost,
An absent, lost face,
A thing to look over,
An empty, blank space.
Empty, Blank Space. • Opuss № I