This House


If this house could talk,
the walls would cry rivers
of tears from its swollen
eyes.
All of the cussing, unnecessary
fussing, battles of rage that
occurs day after day.
It's truly a never ending story.
When you think the sun is shining,
it's really storming.
This house has witnessed a
multitude of things that innocent
ears should never hear & innocent
eyes should never see.
It sits in the same spot day
in & day out in total grief, praying
for the day that it can witness
peace.

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