Crying comes naturally in this house, <br />no tears of joy, but of hate and fear. <br />Screaming engulfs these walls. <br />Pain from the physical attacks, <br />even more from the vocal. <br />This place of safety is torn away <br />piece by piece by the venom. <br />No longer a home, just a house, <br />an empty building that will <br />rot away with time. <br />But the pain will continue <br />through these walls, these <br />doors, every inch of this place. <br />All is tainted, all is bruised. <br />You wake, finding yourself weeping. <br />The pulsing cries from the walls <br />make even the most loving places <br />a place of tears.<br /><br />Miranda Oney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-of-tears/
