"House of Pain"

November 1, 2006

House of Pain

by: R. A. Cvetich

My pencil glares at me from my desk

I didn't write you how I feel

My carpet lies weak from all my prayers

Every lonely night I'd kneel

My phone lays wounded off the hook

I never gave you a call

My room despairs all its tears

Ripping your pictures off the wall

Dragging itself up off the ground

My pillow wrings itself dry

Of all the times that it was soaked

With every tear I'd cry

My clock shakes its head in disappointment

Remembering the time I'd wait

It won't let me turn back its hands

We both know it's too late

My bed pouts in solitude

And glares at me with spite

For the pain it feels, all its discomfort

From my countless sleepless nights

My house dies in agony

From all I've put it through

It and I both agree:

We wish I'd forgotten you