Another dark poem for this festive period, it goes like this... I Sit alone in my room, all I do is cry Dad promised he would come this year, It was just another lie The telephone rings, it was dad on the line to say he won't be here "Sorry Hun, I've got to run, I will make it up next year" Mum has a row with dad on the phone I run to my room feeling sad and alone I hear glasses rattle and bottle hits the rim Mum drinks too much as she gulps down the gin She bursts into my room angry and in tears She says "You are the reason for my hate and fears!, You would never have been born if I had my say, but your father wanted a son but he never got his way!" Shouting and screaming, I pull the sheets over my head Mum leaves the room and collapses on her bed. The Morning arrives, it's Christmas day with snow I turn and go back to sleep, I have no get up and go I wake once more to the sound of laughter and cheers Then I wake for real to confirm all my fears I'm just a lonely girl with no love and no hope I have a mother who drinks and cannot cope I have these dreams of times long past When happiness was real, I thought it would last But violence has it's way and hatred turns the screw This is me, but it also could be you. The Lonely Girl (2011) by Mark David Rogers. (taken from the e-book "Dark Festivities")