You Can’t Go Home

Familiarity assaults my senses
It used to be home,
A long time ago.

Chipped counters and dirty floors,
Mildew sweetens the rancid air.
You can’t go home, again.

Standing in the room
The once was mine,
Memories shower on me like asbestos.

Decay is familiar,
Raised voices and fights.
Marijuana smoke curls in the air.

Home is the violence,
Home is the filth.
I can’t go home anymore.


About inkspots87

I'm a writer at heart, but so much more. I'm typical, I love music and I've got a thing for pretty things. I like things, in general. If it's a thing chances are I'll like something about it. I love to read. Words are quite possibly my favorite thing, hence why I'm here. View all posts by inkspots87

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