The brother or sister poem to the brother or sister poem i posted a while back called, i think, ‘Share This Space’.
The pain of exclusion. The thoughts that keep you awake. Godless loneliness. Uncomfortable at a time when everyone is cosy. The real need for inclusion. A concept called sharing. An easy solution to a problem unshared. A post card sized poem.
Signs; No One Shared His Space
He failed to sleep
On the stairs last night
No one sleeping shared his space
It wasn’t the risers that keep him awake
But another failure
To empty his sodden pockets