A place in which I cannot speak,
nor voice a piece of my mind -
is that home?
A place where I'm consistently reminded
that I am nothing, that I'm worthless -
is that home?
A place where I fear to return to -
is that home?
A place where hands tightly grasp around my
throat, and slowly set it shut -
is that home?
A place where the fists of the man who at home should teach, teaches only anger and violence -
is that home?
No, a home it is not,
a home it should not be,
but for I, a home it is -
a home for me.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
