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Home Without A Heart

Poetry

By Stranna PearsaPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

Hands of a giant

And face like a bear

Daddy’s mad again

I can tell by his stare

I go to my room

And the fighting begins

I close my eyes

The yelling never ends

I dream of a land

So very far away

Then I come back

And now I must stay

I run to the door

As my tears start to fall

Stop it I scream

As I reach the hall

I can’t take the crying

No more words need said

No more yelling

I’d rather be dead

Please stop this sadness

Where did your love go

If you ever cared

Then let each other know

sad poetry

About the Creator

Stranna Pearsa

A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.

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