Day Two #NaPoWriMo2019 Poem One
By Alex McGehee
“Daddy!” I cried out. Two syllables. Give him more time to hear,
To get up. “Daddy!” The word my mother tells him not to go to.
“Mommy!” I call the devil instead, God isn’t listening today, his fallen angel has his ear.
No help comes.
I bang my head on the red bar above my bed to bring myself to sleep.
I’m six, with Autism, and I can’t sleep with all the light and noise and hunger and pain.
I listen to my parents, laughing and happy
In their private world of adult time,
The dolls in bed, packed back in their boxes.
I will not rise before seven am in fear of breaking curfew.