Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski
Madhouse - Poem by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski
Anger leaks from the house
That is too tired to contain it
Hot, seething rage.
All the cracks in the exterior
Try to expose the true dynamics.
Broken, resistant family.
A small injustice crescendos
Too much intolerance for error.
Fragile, weeping hearts.
All sanity slips through the fingers of
That loose grip on reality.
Crushing, twisted defeat.
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