Midnight Poetry: An Unstable HomeI lay alone in a sea of black,Midnight Poetry: An Unstable Home9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Surrounded by things that should bring comfort, but only muffle the attack
On the other side of the wall.
A cacophony of yelling and arguing,
Of words of hate, fueled with venom.
All directed at me.
I hold these sacks of stuffing closer,
Waiting for the tone to drop.
Waiting for the tension to pop.
Warm sorrow spills under my lashes listening.
Please, make it stop.