Dark Lonely Nights Poem by alex sarich

Nighttime arrives and
the weekend begins
shivering molecules of
damp flesh on his slaughtered
limbs, clumsily dropping a
half-naked body to a cold
black tarred floor resuming
quality territory.

An arm supports his heavy head
like a pillow, the other wrapped
around his lower half hugging
his skinny frame, so as not to freeze
though he does have the comfort
of his Hendrix's hair.

Uneven curtains hang by cobwebs
over the window, dark and damp
the smell of coal dust from howling
eddies within the fireplace
the door closed between the wall.

His father was on the other side with
his close friend whiskey bottle
his hope of waking to a dream of
contentment, as he drifts into slumber
were shattered, by morning sunlight
slicing through dark curtain seams
forcefully blinding him.

This lonely boy found himself growing up in a dysfunctional household and wanting to be free.