Kara Mclain Poet Dramatic Verse

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.

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Rhys Matthew May 15, 2011 at 1:29 AM I liked this. I don't know if the structure was intended to create a repeating roofline. Cool. Kara Mclain May 20, 2011 at 4:38 AM no i wasnt really going for a roofline but i suppose it fits. kind of.