Epic of a Dreaded Journey

The drive up there is always the worst

Trapped in a small space with Him

No way

I jam my ipod in my ears

And wait for an hour

When I get there

I cling to my bags like glue

And run up to the room

That I share with my sister

Once, I made a comment on how I didn’t want to be Catholic

They hung the 10 Commandments on my wall

Otherwise, it’s a decent room

With a bathroom

So that I don’t have to go downstairs

I get out some food that I brought

(what little there is here isn’t good)

And I go get something to drink from the tap

I make sure nothing of importance is in my bag

In case He sneaks in to look at my stuff

I turn on the T.V.

And begin my countdown

48 hours

He’ll call me down for dinner and things

I don’t eat much

I lay there, inert, watching T.V. or reading

Once in awhile, people will come through

They’re often strange

When my sister comes upstairs I know it’s “light’s out or else”

I usually stay awake

Texting my friends

Who comfort me

I sleep with my phone

So that he cannot take it

And look through it

While I sleep

The next morning I wake up

My sister is already gone

The door creaks

He calls me down for breakfast

I look around for some food

I find a little bit of cereal

And put it in a bowl

This old guy is watching T.V.

On a giant screen with surround sound

My siblings, along with two other kids

Run through the kitchen

They look at me, Her daughter and cousin

And scamper away

I finish the cereal

And head on upstairs

Shutting the door behind me

My friends keep me company

I really don’t know how I would get through the weekend

If they weren’t there

I really don’t know how I would survive

24 hours

Dinner isn’t till 10 tonight

When my brother complains

He gets yelled at

I’ve learned to stay quiet

So I eat

And return to my room

I stay up late texting

And fall into a fitful sleep

I try and sleep in as late as possible Sunday mornings

To rule out the possibility of going to church

Thank god He doesn’t like it there (oh the irony)

More bits of cereal for breakfast

Good thing I have a muffin upstairs

I ration my food

To make sure I can get enough

The shower doesn’t really work

So I pat myself with a wet washcloth

And drink some more from the tap

And sit back down on the bed

12 hours

During the commercials I exercise

To make sure I’m healthy

Although it’s probably not a good idea

I’m really far from healthy

But it clears my head

And passes the time

6 hours

It’s lunchtime now

They brought home some Taco Bell

I take it up to my room

The spicy meat seems gooey

And the cheese too fake

But it’s food

So I eat it

3 hours

So close

These last moments are always the worst

I pack everything back

Into my little bag

I stare at the T.V. screen

4:00p.m.

We load our stuff in the car

My ipod goes back in my ears

And I wait

One hour later

We are free

Finally home

Safe at last

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[Darksummerswind]

It's deep, realJarod, and something people can relate too.