Landlord Killed

Our tree, Just off the highway, Where the children hid, Was a happy place. We ran. We sang. We had games to play. Our fortress, Our tree, Our hideout From monsters and parents, And sometimes, our friends. But the children ran. The monsters forcing them away. So greed could take their place. The liars and cheaters On the left. The crackheads and thieves Below. And me, On my top right corner, All alone. It was never a haven. Now, not even a home. Memories soak the walls. And the ghosts through me out. Now I can sleep without Fear of the screaming And glass crashing, yet... I miss the laughter. And the games. And the tree where The children hid, From the problems And the thinking, That the landlord took Away.