There's no one homein my house of pain . . .
Knock on the door
of my house of pain,
enter and see
the damage you create,
the ruin you leave behind
in the wake of your cruelty.
The bright colors of the walls
are fading
and the murals they made
are all but invisible now.
The hurtful words you throw
are blotting out the happiness
that used to be those colors.
The carpet on the floor
is now tattered and dingey.
Your cold-hearted ways
and insensitive remarks
have worn very thin
the comfort and warmth
that used to be that carpet.
The furnishings are all breaking
and wearing down
to the bare wood.
Your disinterest and
self-centered thinking
are weakening the supports
and originality
that used to be these furnishings.
Please -
come in,
see my house
of pain,
the one you have been
so diligently creating
out of the unique mansion
that used to stand in its place.
Please -
do join me
and see how little
you have left to destroy,
how very little is left.
Written by Kate Lickey (ThunderWolf)
Copyright © April 25, 1990 to present
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