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The walls are screaming
My heart is teaming
A feeling I can’t explain.
There’s pain in the hallways,
Angst in the den.
Voices growing, tantrums are throwing,
Every day, over and over again.
Away in her room she lays while they fight,
As if a princess locked in a tower.
But there are no windows, there are no keys,
Or routes of quick escape,
Only the remains of a dying flower.
The sun won’t shine,
The birds won’t sing.
The only thing to be felt is the sting,
Of a faltered love in a hostile place
Without an inch of regret.