jayne jenkins Poems
- Everyday Existance The child, Siting hunched in the corner,...
- True Love's Embrace His eyes show only love for her And ...
- Beside You You know I've not gone, you can see me, If ...
- Downfall The rain, rushing down the window like wives and ...
- Don'T Don't turn the light on Don't shut the door Don't you...
- Pressures In the dark recesses of the silent mind, Sleep ...
- The Flower Child With the smack and the cry of ...
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Siting hunched in the corner,
Cold and hungry,
Watches the heaving bodies on the make-shift bed.
Although he sees this act
At least twice a day
Sex has no meaning to him,
- It's just mummy making money!
Maybe this time -
She'll have enough money left to feed him.
Maybe this time!
Suddenly he wakes
From a cold-induced sleep
To find a loaf of bread on the floor.
Gorging himself greedily
Something shiny catches his eye
From his mother's bed.
Just for a second he sees the needle
Before it plunges home.