"BROKEN THINGS"
EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP ON A SOGGY PILLOW AND DAMP BLANKETS THERE IS A LEAK FROM THE ROOF AND MY CEILING IS STAINED AND YOU DON'T SEEM TO CARE. THERE ARE ALWAYS STRANGE MEN LYING IN OUR LIVING ROOM WHO ARE EITHER PASSED OUT OR GETTING THEIR FIX BUT TO YOU THAT'S OKAY. BEER BOTTLES DECORATE THE CRAMPED HALLWAY IN OUR BASEMENT YOU ALWAYS WALKED PAST THOSE SHARDS. THE FURNACE IS OUT AND I AM TRYING NOT TO MELT IN HERE, BUT YOU NEVER DID MIND THE HEAT. OUR BACK WINDOW IS CRACKED AND THE RAIN ALWAYS POURS THROUGH, AND YOU JUST SAID "THAT'S WHAT MOPS ARE FOR." OUR WALLS ARE FULL OF PUNCTURES FROM WHEN DAD COMES HOME AFTER ONE TOO MANY HOURS AT THE BAR.
MY HOME WAS NEVER A HOME, BUT SIMPLY A PLACE FOR BROKEN THINGS.
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Wrote this one on a whim.
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Simplistic Complexity
PoésieA collection of poetry and prose for the lost souls who roam the earth, may my words offer you some shelter.
