Hollow Mummy

Hollow Mummy

The aged cracks on grimy walls don't seem so bad 

My sole company from dawn to dusk

Amused by the artistic ramifications on the walls

If only I could climb out of this rusty cot‎ 

I wonder where the cracks run to

I wonder what's outside my ghostly bedroom

I am hungry

Where is my mummy?

Tumbling noises and laughs 

I think she is playing hide and seek with my new dad

I hear her angel voice 

She is coming

My legs can’t stay still

So excited to see her come in

For just a moment

I cuddle under her blond hair

I sense her smell

Too soon

I am back in my prison cell

With a cold bottle in my hand

I watch her close the door

She does not smile back

I grow anger 

I feel hurt

But 

She is the only mummy I have

The only bond I know

Who else will teach me right from wrong?

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh there is nothing more sad to a child then a parent who is unloving… AA tragic tale that is too often a true story.