Colourful Distractions

Children trapped in our old withered bodies

Encapsulated by our own mistakes

Stuck in what we thought was home

A mirage of love and affection

Imprisoned by our own loneliness

Distracting ourselves from the shadows of photographs

Unprotected and lost in veins riddled in 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 in the floorboards

Stuck in your mind

Nothing left to lift you up

I wish I could have