Half-Way House Poem by jonathan farrell
Half-Way House
Your eyes were sharply red
Your feelings made of rock
Looking for a target
I could only say stop
The room filled with fright
As the barrier was passed
Invasion of my home
It always seems to last
Bringing threat to life
In my comfort zone
The more you push and fight
The more you'll be alone
Sitting on the floor
Locked inside a fear
Sitting on my own
Do you even care?
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