Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
In this house, ruckus occurred. the bathroom was filled with tears, tears from scrapes and cuts and bruises the kitchen filled with the sound of forks scraping against plates the bedrooms filled with dog hair the living room filled with snores from those late nights the hallway filled with dirt from those muddy days the bedroom walls filled with posters the bedroom floors filled with clothes In this house ruckus occurred the bathroom was filled with broken glass the kitchen with cans and jars, lying still on the floor, covered with dust the bedrooms remember the faint memory of boxes and suitcases the living room filled from the televisions soft glow a warning broadcasted from above the hallway filled with clothes pushed to the side to make room for more the bedroom walls filled with holes the bedroom floors filled with blankets and more dust In this house, ruckus occurred.
0
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
In This House
In this house, ruckus occurred. the bathroom was filled with tears, tears from scrapes and cuts and bruises the kitchen filled with the sound of forks scraping against plates the bedrooms filled with dog hair the living room filled with snores from those late nights the hallway filled with dirt from those muddy days the bedroom walls filled with posters the bedroom floors filled with clothes In this house ruckus occurred the bathroom was filled with broken glass the kitchen with cans and jars, lying still on the floor, covered with dust the bedrooms remember the faint memory of boxes and suitcases the living room filled from the televisions soft glow a warning broadcasted from above the hallway filled with clothes pushed to the side to make room for more the bedroom walls filled with holes the bedroom floors filled with blankets and more dust In this house, ruckus occurred.
megan-vanko
Written by
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem