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  • Writer's picturePaige Harris

Colourful Distractions

Children trapped 

In old withered bodies

Encapsulated 

By our own mistakes

Stuck in what we thought was home

A mirage of love and affection

Imprisoned by loneliness

Distracting ourselves 

From shadows of photographs

Unprotected and lost 

In veins riddled with intoxication

I couldn’t protect you 

From the words in your ears

The holes in your head

The weight of it all 

Sinking you down

Stuck underneath floorboards

Stuck in your mind

Nothing left to lift you up

I wish I could have

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