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House of Grief

Samuel Malik Canty: the Word Bird. I am the author of Five Poetry Books, I understand my Purpose, and my words are my proof...

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House of Grief

This is a house of grief, the pain here runs like the river it is very deep...

Arguments run amuck like an open hydrant; Drip...Drip...Drip... Everybody said they are tired of the same old S..t...

There is a lot of drowning of dreams going on, the tension is strong, the pretending that everything is okay is even stronger...

Laughter has moved out, while despair has taken it's place on the lease...

There is no peace in a house of grief...

Screaming, cursing, hurting, dominates the atmosphere around here...

Frantic voices, loud T.V, a tragic version of so many people's reality...

The sounds of, "I-Hate-it-Here!", can often be heard coming from out of every room of this house of gloom...

The window panes are filled with pain and there is no hope for change because of all the mental chains...

This is a house of grief, where arguments run amuck and the people have given up...

Empty stares coming from vacant eyes that only get happy once they are on the outside of the house of grief...

Mama sad, dad probably gone, children wishing they were never born...

There is no peace in a house of grief...


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Comments

Malik S Canty (author) from Brooklyn, NY on October 01, 2019:

Thank you for taking time to feed the mind...

Charlie Halliday from Scotland on October 01, 2019:

A truly wonderful and thought provoking piece of poetry.