In the House of Death

A Poem by mhaie

It's early in the morning,
"I don't want to wake up!"
Fear, Feels Gambled
I don't know how to start each day with a horrible man.

Loud siren from both man and a woman
encourage and lifted up, that's what I'd assumed
Instead, they do pulling me down and down.

I want to close my eyes,
Placing my two hands quickly on my two ears
Words makes me feel the emptiness of rejection and mistreated,
Allowing myself to create a prison in which I suffer damage far greater.

Those woods and knives flashes to my sight
Detaches the pain and blasts the fire charges of hate
Every harsh words and words with bullet,
Adds deeply wound to my full of hatred heart.

Every corner of the house reminds great impact, a blood
The struggle I can't handle
The obstacles and circumstances, I don't know what's the purpose
The bumping of my head,
The reason for my sleepless nights!

"I don't wanna go home!"
Tragic, Horrific abuse, ensuing trial
Anguishes that brings me nearly to death.

This life's angriness I'd harboured was destructive
And the FORCING words of FORGIVENESS deepens the scavenge
It's not that easy dealing with such dark experience
For I was born a victim,
And will always be a victim!

After all, it's still bleeding
Fresh wounds from everyday fear
Roots of bitterness are still connected,
Little by little it grows and cannot be cut.

"I want to move away from this house!"
Be in a place of my dreams and silence,
A place of peace, of joy and of love
A place of freedom-- freedom from hate and fear.