I used to look forward
To the end of the school day
So I could get home
And relax and playThe days were long
And nights were restful
I never had fear
I was never doubtfulBut as years wore on
My mind was blown
I learned of the deception
That was in my own "home"And so began the fear
The ever waning sense of safety
I miss sleeping
I lost who I was supposed to beIn a hurricane of terror
All houses were growing angrier
I hate to admit that in my own home
I feel like a strangerAnd every glare of their eyes
Pierces like a knife
They destroy my sanity
They want to take my lifeWhere was the life
I knew at one time
Or was it an illusion
I was only blindThe ones I trusted
Have shown my their true selves
The hate in their eyes
Is far from the love I once knew
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Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts