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Jan 18
I am currently living in hell now,
for having vile family members.
They're so bad for me somehow,
horribly worse as their tempers.

Feeling messed up with all of them,
they'd give me hot-tempered thoughts.
All four of them could make mayhem,
making me sense such horrible loss(es).

Thinking of them as just evil folks,
having me frowning to just all four.
That'd retain for my brain's chokes,
now I'd close my bedroom's door.

I would hate them as being vicious,
making me thinking to going away.
Whipping down now so suspicious(ly),
since as every harsh night and day.
This poem is in ABAB form, and as my other poems, has 100 words.
Vivian
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Vivian  28/F
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