Touching the Cold Tiles
Contemplating a difficult childhood, and the simple happy memories that accompany it.
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Different colours, shaking like frost.
Osmosis of my soul, staked through us.
What came before the open heart surgery?
What was the name your lover gave you?
Before the pool was filled with chlorine,
Where childhood memories coalesced
Into meaningless carvings in a tree.
The dying of stars means nothing to me.
The fading of something so far stings less than bees.
Covered bruises from climbing the treehouse.
I was so confused by everything,
And I still am, I wish I had the strength to go on.
Life can be hard, in fact it always is,
Even just one day can feel so long til it's gone.
Summer's just a distant dream,
Riding bikes to buy ice-cream,
Your jacket billows like a cape,
Yellow and brown the sun sets down,
Hopes and ambitions roll away.
Life can be hard, in fact it always is,
Even just one day can feel so long til it's gone.
What's wrong with Dad today,
The morning's just started I'd say,
The floor tiles are cold on my feet,
The milk in my cereal is a little sweet,
The wine is present in the slur in your speech.
Life can be hard, in fact it always is,
Even just one day can feel so long til it's gone.
Hiding bruises from the teacher,
Feels like I'm a strange creature,
Sitting between all the other kids,
They don't like me well that's ok,
My parent's don't either anyway.
Life can be hard, in fact it always is,
Even just one day can feel so long til it's gone.
© Steven Stringer 2019
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