An Empty Row of Chairs

My twin left me

For a life of her own,

My elder sister stayed

But may as well be gone.

My stepsister stayed

With an abuser

For that is all she knows

I left my mother

Because she was an abuser.

Four out of five

Estranged, abandoning, abusing and abused.

When my father leaves the mortal coil

I will be alone

Mourning from a row of empty chairs.

Published by dustyplz

A thirty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cat (Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution.

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