Broken Home Poem by Quadri Jr Ayuba

I always thought
a house is a home
until I saw how a broken gourd
couldn't float of water
then I knew what it meant
to be broken

NO good morning smile,
just slaps and kicks,
no good night kisses
just fight and hisses

Soon
love will be faded away
And the heart
will flee in search for peace
punches and guilt from a drunken husband
Tears and curses
from your once loving wife

Let me tell you
about a house and a home
home is where the heart lives
House is where the heart flees