The Drop In.

This is the place.
A weak net of support.
It is the steam.
It is the momentary escape.
It is the home away from home.
Cost free and voluntary.
Abused and misused.
Frequent warning and
Suggestions are used
to keep it clean.
But yet, it's fragile
Heart still beats.
Abused and misused.

Like a frail grandmother
left to support a
Delinquent son.
The sentimental,
underlying love still
laps at the shores
of this room.
So much inequality.
So many scars.
Abused and misused.
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I don't like this poem.