Down in the Mire

Down

Down in the mire,

There is

A place

 

That feels

Like home.

The rooms

Are empty

 

And I’m

All alone,

But, oh

How I love it�"

 

I love

My home.

There is

Crying,

 

In my living room

Over  tainted

Spilled milk.

My curtains

 

Are appalling�"

Cardboard

And silk.

But I’m not

 

Complaining,

My choice

Is in stone.

‘Cuz I really love it.

 

I love

My home.

When I

Get lonesome

 

Friends

Stop by.

They bring

Reproving

 

Pudding

And humble pie.

I am

The hostess�"

 

A lovely lie.

Because they

Aren’t welcome

Here in my

 

Home.

Author's Note

These are actually song lyrics. I have to melody and basic idea for accompaniment in my head, with no way to write it down or perform it. However, it kept going through my head, so I wrote it down.