night owl

Late at night when everyone's sleeping
The night owl lies here, quietly weeping.

sound

I feel so shouted at
I can't hear the sound of my own thoughts.

Just the crowd noise the loud boys that frown upon and drown me out

I have no right to reply
So tongue-tied

If you opened me up
You'd find my words tangled inside.

How can I get out
Find a way through the traffic

The screeching horns and metal scream
The rubber squeals around me

So deafening so proud so don't open your mouth
Keep shut keep tight keep close to the ground

Don't make a sound.

357

I have left, gone away
Not at home.
Don't try to find me
I left no breadcrumbs.
You will lose yourself
In the corridors that mark
The route of my departure.

Mothering Sunday Bloody Sunday

Mother's Day is hard if you haven't got one
Or want to be, but are not, one.