This House

Wood surfaces graze the tips of my toes

The floor wasn't always wood, but things come and go

Framed in black above my desk are mommy and me

Look at me so happy, smiling wide at age three

My room is filled with memories of her and I

There were many days where I would look through them and cry

Down the hallway to the right rests my stepbrother's room

Related my marriage but not by womb

I watched him grow up and learned from his mistakes

Alcohol, girlfriends, the risks he would take

Just to the left is where I would run on Christmas morning

Waking my dad and stepmother with no warning

Oh the innocence you posses when you are little

Will wear out like a bow to a fiddle

Down the stairs to the kitchen many words were hollered

I ran upstairs so I could no longer be bothered

Back and forth screaming matches

Are the results of a divorce that a child catches

Al the arguments between daddy and me

Are all because of mom and how proud she'd be

Down the hall to the living room

Is where we sit with fake smiles and hair all groomed

The couch sinks to the ground torn and tattered

Words like blood on the walls were thrown and splattered

Leading to the basement are yet more stairs

When I'm not doing anything worth yelling at, nobody seems to care

Winter air fills the cracks in my lips

Another tear drips onto to my wrist

I remain shut behind the solid oak door

Exiting my safe place would be asking for more

This house may be just a roof and a few walls

But it feels a whole lot like you're stuck with no one to call

 

Reviews

[Broken.]

You painted a perfect imagine in my mind, I could see the whole house and would probably feel the same emotions inside it. I can feel the emotions in the image I'm seeing, happy childhood innocence, and the dark misfortunes of the stepbrother and the first exposures to the reality of parents fighting. Great mix of positive and negative energy.

Broken.

[Kaylee Olson]

Thank you very much:)

[I Am Svetlana]

It's amazing and astounding of how many different memories a certain house or even a place can hold. Scary, but you remember different things and what you did when you grew up, who all you happened to do them with. If you live one place your whole life, you can memorize the house and more or less the neighborhood around you. Seeing people come and go, driving, walking or running up and down the street. I love the sight of houses and their architecture. How they all have different looks, designs, yet they all serve the same purpose to anyone: a place to keep us safe, warm and sheltered from the harsh world around us.

[00000000000000000000000..]

I know that feeling you speak of, Now I am old . I guess that's why I messed up thinking to much about the souls no more the life no more the love no more:( I just close myself off just me and my words:) I do get out from time to time now. Awesome poem:)

[Chaos_Collector]

Sometimes a house seems so simple with just walls to hide you from the rest of the world and within those boundaries you go unnoticed. I really enjoyed reading this. Its pretty descriptive so I get a very good idea of what you're talking about in this poem. Nice work Kaylee

[Kaylee Olson]

Thank you so much!:)

[Chaos_Collector]

You're welcome! :)