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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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