A house isn't a
h o m e.
Not even the pain color
Can disguise the words on the
walls.
No carpet covers
the tears that fell
to the ground.
And the new lights don't blind
The memories.
It shines a spotlight on the ones
Who hear the screams.
YOU ARE READING
NORMAL THINGS | Poetry
PoetryMy thoughts are too crazy to be said. And too loud to be unheard. ~ A Collection of Revised Poetry ~
