The Home In My Heart

The Home In My Heart

 

The sun hits my face ,

I wake to a broken home in destruction.

It’s pitch black, still,

 No emotion, no sound.

My feet pricked by glass from broken coffee tables,

Wood floor planks ripped from the floor.

Wallpaper stripped,

All over paint’s chipped.

Light switch won’t flicker,

Plug-in nightlight burnt out.

Clogged toilets,

Dismantled shower heads.

Clothes ripped all over the floor,

Nightstand turned on it’s side.

Curtains singed by a pre-existing flame,

Windows tinted with a deep, permanent, blinding fog.

Pots and pans all over the kitchen floor,

Knives are penetrating the outer walls.

TV smashed, throwing little sparks,

Stuffing from sofa cushions cover the floor.

Papers on a desk are carelessly scattered all over the room,

Ceiling fan collapsed onto the rug.

I want to get myself away, outside,

But there’s no access.

This horrid place that shelters all these things,

Is sadly the home in my heart.

Reviews

[Dreamer<3]

This, to me, is really deep. The part that gets to me most is how you say you want to get out, but you can't. I think everyone feels like that at some point in their life, maybe some more than others. But this is really good. (: