Inside My House Poem by Jenkin Tsui

Seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year,
An altercation almost everyday, for the past three years,
filling our abode with whimpering sounds,
authorities are screaming, when juveniles are crying,
coloring the atmosphere with darkness, breaking the family relationship into pieces,

Thirty minutes of abhorrent altercation, conclude with nothingness,
finally turning self to craziness, and leaving remnant fears.
From loudness to quietness, just need a few nanoseconds,
then all the rest zipped up for days.

Heading down and sitting on the chairs, and tacitly eating what's on the dishes,
not a whispering can slip through.
'Sadness is my care, my heart has a tear', From Johnny's Funeral by Tsui Jenkin
Hugging my pillow, and blubbering with my bear,

Rolling on my bed, and sobbing aloud.
Tears sweep down my pallid face, as pain has gone through my heart.
Incessant arguments deteriorate my teenage, and exacerbating my bruise,
Questioning myself in my mind, for the duration of this interminable life,

Now sitting on the chair near my desk, and facing four walls round me,
Looking at the old photos posted, tears again dropp onto the floor.
Whiteness enters my brain, and I cease writing this 'thing'.
Sighing with a puff, closing my eyelids and tilt my head up.