Poem: Hold On

Curious eye flicker this way
And that.
Whispering ghosts
And walls painted black.
Pillow like stone
Pressed against cheek,
So I smile through the darkness
To keep my mind on its feet.  

And your silhouette’s small
But I know that I’m safe.
Although I can’t see
An inch from my face.  

And what ever happened to that streetlamp outside?
I’m having some trouble keeping these thoughts up inside.  

But do you ever really listen
To a word that I say?
All the stories I tell
Seem to all sound the same.
And we’re so far from happy
When we have to go home.
And I can’t bear to think of you
All on your own.  

But you say      
‘Til the next time,
I have to hold on.
But hold on to what?
And hold on for how long?  

Because the floor boards are cracking
And my shoes are worn out.
And I can’t be heard in this house 

Without having to shout.
And I’m scared of the dark
And I’m scared of the night.  
So if you’ll be my ears,
Then we’ll put up a fight.