Soulitude.

My mommy asked me
to find some love
because she had none
stale praises of yesteryear
kisses for the younger.

My dad told me
grow in stature
outgrew him in height and voice
doors opened and shut
he was the man of the house.

My sister yelled at me
to find a new bed
or a street bench
Roadside Romeo with
only roadside part, the truth.

I, myself requested to forgot me
choking on the care,
farewell from a window,
abandoning my ghosts
to leave with a soul.

Ts
©akarna