This House Is Not a Home

Poem

To many battles, not enough love

No more kisses or tuck-in’s at night

Living room is looking like a war zone

This house is not a home.

         

No breakfast smells to wake to in the morning

Just busted bottle glasses being broken

Angry words being shouted as dishes hit the floor

All you want to do is hit the door.

This house is not a home.

 

Remember those days back in the day

You had game nights. Those days we would

Laugh and play fight

Where a kid could be a kid and everything seemed

To be alright? But now…

This house is not a home

 

All that emotion that once dwells now comes from

Empty eyes where love once lied.

An empty shell of a heart where love use to beat unconditionally

A soul that once to soar, is now dragged beneath the feet and stepped

On continuously causing so much animosity.

This house is not a home. 

 

You close your eyes and reminisce about the days

You use to share. The warmth of the heart that

Use to be there. The numerous times you to say

You cared.

The happy times

The smiles

The hugs…

The empty fridge

The long nights out

The pushes away when you tried to hug you goodnight

This house is not a home.

 

The beatings followed by the “I love yous”

The cheating because “SHE/HE” let you

The trying to get out but he/she won’t let you

And you keep coming back…

To make a house a home…

 

Lady R © 12/18/12

 

Reviews

[Tex]

Wow this is amazing... I love the honesty and authenticity of this piece. I am sure this was a difficult write... it reads like a diary love your use of the last stanzas in this very clever...

[LadyR513]

Thank you very much