X1: Memory: Child-hood
The voices i have,
screaming
in the middle
of my dreams,
The xmas trees
mean
nothing
to me,
The spirit
is not here
No joy,
plastic plates
and the deli meats
and salads
we ordered.
The food,
was premium,
succulent
was the chicken
and turkey
and the ham and
beetroot,
but empty
of his
bellow laughs
and my mother's
complaining.
Sad as never sober
on xmas day
I wish
the whole
family
was here
together.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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