The House
Masan Brown
Ms. Asuncion
English 9H, Block 3
1 October 2015
The House
The box, the door, it begged me to enter.
What lies beyond the door is my bad past,
I open the door, see and remember.
Waking in slow, I feel like an outcast.
The stairs I sat on, waiting for presents,
The kitchen where holiday meals were made.
I'm frozen thinking about those events,
This is where it happened, I wish I stayed.
I was scared seeing my house would hurt me,
This is where my family had fell apart.
Standing where my mom was finally free;
As I'm in this house I feel my heartbeat.
Seeing this house is impossibly hard,
The last thing I ever see is the yard!
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