I called it home
Unbeknownst to me
It was a house and I a guest.
The people whom it belonged
I loved them , family
Little did I know blood
Ties are never enough.
I believed it was mine
The House
The people also
Thought they would
Love unconditionally
Die for me
As I would for them.
Sacrificed friends,
Life and love to make
Them proud.
Now I am a burden too
Heavy to carry.
A burden, me?
Let me laugh a little
For once a friend
Cautioned me not even family
Can be trusted.
I laughed out loud
Not mine but yours,
Not mine but yours, said I
Irony of it all.
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Echoes From Afar
PoetryCollection of poetry about life and it's struggles. The lessons I learnt from life #4 rhetoric