Broken Home.

The walls are cracked
The shelves, once stacked
Now crumble to the floor

The bed is split
The fridge is hit
There’s a gulf between the doors

The wife she sits
After husband’s hits
Huddled in the hall

The children lie
Underneath the sky
Frightened of daddy’s call

The food is rotten
It’s been long forgotten
The wallpaper is peeling away

The pictures are faded
Memories eroded
Of a once happy Summer’s day

The sofa’s dead
The ornament’s head
Is lying somewhere unknown

The clothes are strewn
All over the room
All signs of a broken home.


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