Home

The plan was to leave

But instead I am stuck

In this dirty house

Filled with frustration

And unwashed clothes

Nobody is happy

Nobody has the energy

To leave this hell

Well deserved of course

But still strong enough

To keep you stuck

Our own home is ultimately

Our own prison

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s