cacophony (4/26/20)

yell, scream, shout


silence is scarce.


with every word spoken, a new argument begins.


each room of the house is a minefield.


i tread lightly, but somehow always become collateral.


i'm tired of fighting in a war i never wanted to exist in the first place.


this should not be home.

This poem is about: 
My family
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