Crying comes naturally in this house,
no tears of joy, but of hate and fear.
Screaming engulfs these walls.
Pain from the physical attacks,
even more from the vocal.
This place of safety is torn away
piece by piece by the venom.
No longer a home, just a house,
an empty building that will
rot away with time.
But the pain will continue
through these walls, these
doors, every inch of this place.
All is tainted, all is bruised.
You wake, finding yourself weeping.
The pulsing cries from the walls
make even the most loving places
a place of tears.
Miranda Oney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-place-of-tears/
