Hopeless Homes

Hopeless homes inspire poems.

Hopeless homes
Inspire poems
Vocal verses without words
or plan for things to change.
It is strange
to rearrange
the way they see the world
when I know I am the same.
The blame and such,
the lame-man crutch,
the quick with which
We often judge:
Looking from a sill,
feeling icy chill,
without a clue of where to go
Writing of a hopeless home.

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