My House

My house is covered in gasoline and I'm holding a burning match just waiting to be dropped. I let it fall and watch my house as it blows up in front of me. See I had the key. I could of saved my house instead of letting it burn but I just looked up and watch it burn. It wasn't always like this, there once was a time when I loved my house. I let everyone in even strangers for the fact. I hoped that they wouldn't destroy or steal what I kept inside,but they didn't want listen and I ignored all the warning signs

This poem is about: 
My family


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741