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.
Copyright © Kara Mclain | Year Posted 2011
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