You shout and I shiver
even on the hottest day
the sounds of dishes smashing alone
muffles the construction two houses away
If it scares me to death every time
I couldn't count how many times I've died
The cracks in the walls
the holes in the floor
the burns in the carpet
so many broken doors..
I wonder if anyone has figured it out
The walls of this house are thin
you could walk inside without anyone knowing
I guess it's just to look inviting
I also wonder
is it always like this
or just when I'm home?
or, maybe, it is
just that when I'm gone
he's flying high
and when I'm home
he's crashing, low
so low..
Author notes
Today, it's unbearable.
What did you get from this?
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great!
i know how it is when you talk about the burns in the carpet and holes in the floor. it reminded me so much of my childhood with my parents. keep writing though! your great at it -
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Thank you. I'm sorry to hear you went through this too.. not fun. Take care~
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pwned my face
Pretty touching, quite personal
I like the use of the figurative death used in the second stanza
And the questioning the situation all falls into play.
It's a very well done poem
I liked it
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thankss
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