A House of Wars
Listening to the sobs
Hearing the screams
Both on either side of me
Young girl sitting in a ball
Mother in a brawl
Seeing relationships deteriorate by the seconds
Ears pressing against me to hear
Heads pounding against me in anger
Mother, Father, Daughter split only by my walls
When they leave, I will be nothing but a vancant home
Full of memories of war
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