Our House

 

Our house, has four walls as any home

A door, that fails to lock

Walls, as kaleidoscopes

Windows, where breezes freely flow

Floors covered in murk black as dust

Cabinets, with broken hinges

Beds, that fall fast, no comfort

Dishes, unclean

Clothes, untended

Food, spoiled

White, sunken faces

Sounds loud, then silence

Paper, unspent

Lights faltering

Companions, lost

Lovers, kept

Mirrors, as demons

Water, as canyons to rot

Pictures to escape

Work, demeaning

Car, illusion

Husband, cold

Wife, lost

Kids, confused

Love, present then hidden

Walls without doors, doors without walls

Tears, apparent to hear

Thus, our house has four walls, as any home.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

This is a powerful poem. It at first looks like a poem about a very unhappy life, a life
with nothing good in it at all. But as I read it a second and third time another message
came through to me. I don't know if it is what the poem is really saying but it spoke to me that
the message in the poem could be saying, yeah, this is my life, it is not perfect but it is what
I have, and it ain't all that bad. I really do like this poem a lot.

Tina