My spirits broken right down to the bone <br />There’s no place left for me within this broken home <br />This house carries the shame <br />The depression <br />The blame <br />The pent up anger <br />The hopelessness <br />The helplessness <br />The homeless <br />I am homeless in the sense I lack a place <br />A place to call home <br />Here I am 11 again and everything is my fault <br />Back to my childhood, my haunted past <br />I’m sorry mom and dad I don’t know what I did <br />I don’t know what I do <br />Shall I apologize for the problems I will cause in the future too? <br />You would say “what problems” <br />And I would hang my head in sadness <br />You never knew, I’d say you never cared but you did <br />I was fed, clothed, loved in a fashion <br />But you never saw <br />You never looked <br />All the times I thought about dying <br />Who noticed? Who cared? Who comforted me? <br />All the nights I spent crying <br />Who noticed? Who cared? Who comforted me? <br />ME, myself, I <br />I don’t blame you <br />Nor do I say this to shame you <br />But it is how I feel <br />And how I’ve felt <br />And more than likely how I will continue to feel<br /><br />Christopher Taber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-home-2/
