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No Place Like Home

 

Floor is cold and bare.

The silent echoes of life

Doused by the screeching laugh of a ghost.

Walls are dusty.

They smell of urine and decadence.

I step upon a fallen shard of glass.

It cuts into my bare foot with raw pain

But I do not feel it.

The pain is nothing to the sorrow and remorse

That inhabit my heavy heart.

The oven timer blinks.

It mocks me, flashing 12:00 over and over.

The wooden dining table remains, rotting.

One leg has fallen over.

Standing pathetically on three legs, it begs to be put out of misery.

But I am powerless to do so.

I find the couch I loved two years ago.

Instead of love, hated boils inside.

Memories tear at my eyes, begging to be seen.

I close them, but vivid pictures remain.

Memories of living in this wretched unholy house.

There is no place like home.

The Evils of Pollution

The eyes of the lantern had torn through the night
By the strength of the light
Twas clear that my path ended far out of sight.

I could see my surroundings quite clearly.
I could see all the evil too clearly.

The grass to my sides were afflicted with blight
Thus derailing my might
And filling my insides with malice and spite.

 

Well, I put my head down on a book.  And then I was thinking about lights.  And then the first line of that poem came to me, and I opened up notepad and broke out a few rhymes.

The general theme is someone walking down a path at night.  With a lantern.  The lantern lights up everything in the vicinity, and it is clear to the subject that the end of the path is far out of sight.  Then, the subject looks around the path and sees the plants dying which negatively affects the will of the subject to follow along the path, instead causing the subject to seek out revenge on those who dared pollute the path.

It could definitely be a metaphor for something.  Like, if instead of just a path, it were a sidewalk, I’d be compelled to get revenge on those who litter.

 

A word on the middle part.  Just a thought.  I feel like alternating a pyyhus [i could] and a spondee [SEE MY/ALL] foot causes a sense of unrest in the reader.  Like opening a closet door in a dark room at midnight.  For example,

i could HEAR ALL
of the DARK SOULS
and their FOOTSTEPS
getting TOO CLOSE
to my SEALED TOMB

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