Black Poetry : My House in Not a Home

[sheikdadon]

Rage echoes thru these walls
no rest for the weary
like full court press w/no balls
when its queit Im leery
see my house is not a home
wrongfully disguised as a haven
threats n verbal abuse plagues my thoughts
gaspin n choking on hate, no space
deafening n silent torments
Im just so far gone
cause here I dont belong
so distant from everyone I've known
What the F is going on
Stay up 24/7 feelin all alone
lose myself I did but promised that I wont
Feel like the black sheep
No bed, eyes red no sleep
hard to be in the living room n get peace
no smiles cause my life is so insane
To tell my story n unleash got me ashamed
Numb when they get to yellin once a-gain
self worth in the negatives but I swear Im tryna gain
PTSD plus this adds to all the strain n the perils on my brain
My house is definitely not a home
Get close n try to take the long scenic route
Wrong way down a one way
I have a dream call me Martin luther
Where I can be peaceful and respected
drool flowing n Im in a daze
hoping, workking towards n hungry for better days
No joke its time to restart cause my house is not a home
its an asylum driving me crazy, stuck like a gnome

 

[cherryblossom]

Rage echoes thru these walls
no rest for the weary
like full court press w/no balls
when its queit Im leery
see my house is not a home
wrongfully disguised as a haven
threats n verbal abuse plagues my thoughts
gaspin n choking on hate, no space
deafening n silent torments
Im just so far gone
cause here I dont belong
so distant from everyone I've known
What the F is going on
Stay up 24/7 feelin all alone
lose myself I did but promised that I wont
Feel like the black sheep
No bed, eyes red no sleep
hard to be in the living room n get peace
no smiles cause my life is so insane
To tell my story n unleash got me ashamed
Numb when they get to yellin once a-gain
self worth in the negatives but I swear Im tryna gain
PTSD plus this adds to all the strain n the perils on my brain
My house is definitely not a home
Get close n try to take the long scenic route
Wrong way down a one way
I have a dream call me Martin luther
Where I can be peaceful and respected
drool flowing n Im in a daze
hoping, workking towards n hungry for better days
No joke its time to restart cause my house is not a home
its an asylum driving me crazy, stuck like a gnome

This is a powerfully emotional piece....very poignant....very descriptive.

I can feel the sadness and despair but I can also feel/hear the hope, the determination, the fortitude to have better than it's been.

The bold verses touched me the most.

 

[$$RICH$$]

well stated this was a great read poeticly

 

[1poetsought]

"Feel like the black sheep
No bed, eyes red no sleep"

Self expression is a marvelous tool when used properly. PROPS!