Farewell Home

Home is no longer a place of relief,
Just a bitter state filled with hushed tension,
With rising arguments coated in grief,
Huddled in the corner of confliction.

Where silence is the only way for ease,
For speaking could bring one more argument,
Another chance for bitter words to seize,
Leaving devastation and hearts vacant.

Home is now a place of isolation,
Alone in a hopelessly forsaken room,
Fighting to keep the anger hidden,
Tongue bloodied from bitten words that consume.

But the screaming is inevitable,
Blood pulsing wildly between shouted words,
An addiction so terribly blissful,
It leaves its victims feeling like drunkards.

Home has become a place of ruthless war
A field dotted in shame and blood and gore.