Tear Stained House

A dark
tear stained house
is where I
go to everyday
dare I call this home?
no, how can I say
this is a home
when every room
is wet with tears
were the only sounds
are screaming
and pain is the only thing I feel
The sky is gray
there is no sun
the snow and rain
feel warm compared
to this cold soul
lost in darkness
where can I hid
to escape from these demons
that haunt my every step
this tear stained house
is where they grow
why try
when this world is filled
with darkness and pain
and my soul is much like a rose
that is withering and dying
who am I
I silently cry
what am I doing
in this tear stained house
No one sees
no one hears
what goes on
in this tear stained hell

Author's Note

The fighting will never stop, and I will never stop crying. Pain is like air to me, and happiness feels strange. What am I doing?

Reviews

[Lunare]

Hapiness feels strange, but I've always enjoyed that strange feeling. Escape this house someday you shall. I know the feeling of being restrained. Living in the house of divorced parents while meandering back and forth between them while being screamed at and made to deal with their own problems causes my pillows to be drowned in tears. These feelings are those brought out by your poem...it is a very strong piece indeed. Life is pain, but life can be happiness. I'm not the one to talk either..there is more pain than hapiness in this world. But I believe the small moments of hapiness outweigh the bad.

Anyways, sorry to get off track on you there. I could ramble on for hours I swear. This piece was emotional and well-written. congratulations on a job well done!

[Frank F. Atanacio]

wow -- this was the first one I chose to read-- I should have read others, but this was so nicely done, and the title a perfect fit :) thanks for sharing it Jen Frank :)

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Oh what a sad and terrifiing poem. If this is your life, please seek help. If not, then you have captured the soul of one who is abused and in pain, crying out in the darkness. You brought tears to my eyes. Well done!

[just is]

my soul is much like a rose
that is withering and dying
who am I
I silently cry
what am I doing
in this tear stained house
No one sees
no one hears
what goes on
in this tear stained hell

This is a most amazing write here, i can feel agony and pain
Thsi is penned so well. I can feel your heart pour out here.