My home has music echoing in the walls
Whether it's a tender voice or a joyous instrument
My home smells like fresh spices and newly cut wood
It lingers like a wandering spirit
But most of all, my home is kind and warm
It's the kind of home you could invite a stranger to and make them feel at peace.
But other times, my house isn't so kind.
Sometimes, my home is filled with heavy silence, breaking the seemingly ongoing shouting and sobbing
And it makes me wish the walls were a little bit thicker
My home can smell like dust and washed away blood
Something that once was inhabited taken over by neglect
When I wake up alone at night, the house is cold and empty
The house looks the same, but it feels like an echo of what we want it to be by the time
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The Words Left Unsaid-Poems
PoetryThese are a few poems I wrote that I put online. Enjoy!
