Existing
Sealed emotions, needing escape.
Like a cancer out of control,
hate and anger eat at my soul.
The love we shared, has died.
Right now we are both alive.
Seeing you sparks my fuse, and
I am ready to explode.
This house is not a home.
I have shelter from the storm.
But I don't feel safe and warm.
It's just a matter of time.
This house will become,
the scene of a crime.
Copyright © Carolyn Marie Baatz | Year Posted 2022
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