I didn't realize how much,
I'd miss my own family's filth,
When I left for college.
My brothers underwear on the bathroom floor,
The cigarette smell that wafted from the garage,
The dirty dishes in the sink,
My dog's toys scattered around the house.
Oh, How much I wish I could go back,
And live in my own family's filth.
Back to the piled dirty laundry,
dust bunnies tucked in corners,
The unswept floors, unvacuumed carpets.
Back to when I complained about,
The smell of cigarettes,
My brothers underwear,
And dirty dishes.
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Memories of Home
PoetryI often miss home. I miss my family. I miss the memories. I apologize if these aren't poems, they're really just a way to express how I feel in the given moment; as well as a way to reflect on things happening in my life. To be updated whenever...
