this house is not my home,
it is an empty space,
of my dreams never dreamt.
these walls do not protect,
they multiple my fears,
echoing, echoing.

this roof does not shelter,
it sinks toward me,
a looming shadow of everything i am.
these people are not my friends,
they're ghosts of the past,
wild fingers,
like spiders in the night.
this house is not my home.

1 comment:

poppy said...

your poems are amazing (i assume you wrote this anyway)
i really love your writing