A Happy Home Poem by trina johnson

Tension and anger
Never make for a happy home
But what can I do?
I feel like I'm fighting this alone

An empty plane of existance
Best describes this house
Devoid of laughter and lobe
A black hole stealing my sunshine

An abyss of loneliness
Until the arguing begins
A bombardment of words
Leaves nothing but hate

Hearts turn black
As nothing good is salvaged
Minds turn spiteful
As words take their final toll

So heed this warning
Heed it well
A hateful house
Will never be home