In this place I call my home,
a place I spend my time alone.
Its really not much of a home at all,
nothing more than a hole in the wall.
To live here was probably a big mistake,
it just fuels my depression for heavens sake.
These words aren't cutting it anymore.
I'm going to put my fist through the f#%*ing door,
tear down the walls and be sure to be in between when the roof hits the floor.
Written by;W.J.Gerhardt🕊
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W.J.G.🕊 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is one of my old poems,where I made a poor decision to reside after my mom passed,also where I started my very short lived crack-cocaine addiction. It\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s been almost 20 years now,.i\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m so glad I got the hell out of there. It was a one room basement dungeon like hole,in a drug ridden rooming house.
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