The Warmest House Poem by Erika Conti

these eyes full of tears and gratitude
the shelter where truth and love embrace, a soul hides ashamed like the beasts do in the echoes of the blackest night, under the blackest sky when noisy airplanes steal the birds' sleep with selfishness and the town is all white and red with silly lights. how can a broken heart be repaired? when everyone is running nowhere and everyone is filling themselves with ego, these thoughts are considered so uncool.
we need a warm house