Melanie Ross Poet Bio

These 4 Walls

These 4 walls, 
This sacred home, 
Once full of joy, 
Echoes sweet bitterness
of times gone by.
The paranoid confusion,
The mad mistrust
Lock everything up.
Nothing is secret,
My life is mine, 
But still she rips through it, 
Questions that shouldn't be answered,
That shouldn't be asked, 
Where did she go?
A once loving person,
Now only a shadow in the dark,
Sometimes peeping through the curtains,
Trusting not even those who are blood,
Throwing road blocks on the ground,
Don't ever leave,
Never move on in life, 
I will destroy what I have to,
Even if it means losing the ones I love,
she whispers
How can anyone break free?
Where do you turn to?
A baby cries but she doesn't answer, 
That’s not mine, 
She hisses, 
I have done all I can. 
Everyone is out to get me, 
Do you not see?
The walls grow taller, 
Two steps back, 
But how many more to take?
This wasn't meant to happen; 
It should be a happy home!!!!

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