Weird Kid

Mum thinks there's something wrong,
But she just doesn't know.
This is my space;
Dark and warm.

Here I can sit on the coats,
And listen to Radio Luxembourg.
A single shaft of light
Slices through the gap in the door.

It tells me that there is
A world outside.
It is cold and bright,
And harsh.

But here in my space,
It is "inside",
With the smell of damp tweed,
While radio Luxembourg,
Rises and falls.

I am safe.
There are no ghosts here.
Only the overcoats,
And Radio Luxembourg.