Our House Poem by Cynthia Yildirim

Our house, has four walls as any home
A door, that fails to lock
Walls, as kaleidoscopes
Windows, where breezes freely flow
Floors covered in murk black as dust
Cabinets, with broken hinges
Beds, that fall fast, no comfort
Dishes, unclean
Clothes, untended
Food, spoiled
White, sunken faces
Sounds loud, then silence
Paper, unspent
Lights faltering
Companions, lost
Lovers, kept
Mirrors, as demons
Water, as canyons to rot
Pictures to escape
Work, demeaning
Car, illusion
Husband, cold
Wife, lost
Kids, confused
Love, present then hidden
Walls without doors, doors without walls
Tears, apparent to hear
Thus, our house has four walls, as any home.