No Home

• Artist: BoilingLove
• Description: A short and sad poem i wrote after a huge battle/cry session between me & my mom.
  
  It's a big bowl of sad ice cream with depressing sauce and a sprinkle of powdered suicide.
  yum.
• Date: 03/03/2009
• Tags: home pain hurt crying suicidal

No home,
Just a battle-field.
No home.
Where’s the comfort?
No home.
Where’s the laughs, the hugs?
No home.
Only tears, just anger.
No home.
Can’t tell if it’s a lie or the truth.
No home.

Now the edges are ripping,
My sanity’s slipping.
Dad walked out;
Mom’s cycotic.
Lie’s are my comfort,
Truth is the enemy.
Truth hurts more than you can think,
It’s putting me on the brink.

Is life worth living with
No home?

Comments

[bookishbeth]

Just because it's free-form poetry doesn't mean you should be allowed to blatantly ignore spelling and the rules of grammar. Also the repeated chorus can be effective in some poems but in this case two words being repeated after every line in the first stanza is just boringly redundant.

[BurnThisLetter]

wow i likey

[The Papaya]

I like this one. : ]]