Quiet House Poem by MICHAEL VILANOVA

A quiet house can be very creepy
No one there to hear you weeping
To hear your life's story
Of its pain and glory
Sitting everyday all alone
Hoping you hear sound of phone
But a full house can be same way
Wondering why do i stay
Knowing you have life chores
Always reaching for the door
Lots of noise in your house
You feel like a scared mouse
No place to hide yourself
And totally be one's self
Always looking over at quiet home
Wishing peace would finally come