Hopeful Solitude
I am sitting on the stairs.
The people upstairs make me feel nervous,
They always stink of beer and spit,
When they speak down at me.
I am a duck surrounded by vicious seagulls,
They peck at the feathers,
On my back/my wings.
I am sitting on the stairs.
The people downstairs make me feel scared.
They are always shouting,
Not always at me, at each other.
I am stood in NO mans’ land
With the insults and cutlery flying,
Past my head like bullets.
I am sitting on the stairs.
This is my place.
I know I am unwanted.
I am happier alone.
Here I can think, read,
I even play cards with myself.
My only friend is me,
I am safe here, on the stairs.
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