Hell of a home

I’ve never minded
Being alone,
Parts of me miss
What feels like home.
Maybe it’s family
What is missing,
An anchor to life
To stop me drifting.
I don’t see family
In any good light,
My shadow is worn
And Refuses to fight.
All that remains
Are the two that fell,
The girls that say
Home was hell.




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10 Responses to Hell of a home

  1. Coyote from Orion says:

    You reckon that’s bad. The train station I think just cancelled a train and the guy announcing it on the PA couldn’t open his mouth to pronounce any words clearly. Now I am frightened to ask anything in case I get fined for some form of discrimination. They love revenue raising here. I hope they don’t find out my balls are above regulation size… though my rugged good looks, laconic yet wry sense of humor of shithouse bank account has many suspecting.

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  2. Coyote from Orion says:

    and shithouse bank… oh yeah… respect for spelling and grammar. My bad xx

    Liked by 1 person

  3. simonfalk28 says:

    Maybe one of your home places is this blog space?

    Liked by 1 person

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