There But Not

There's four walls
Filled corner to corner
However, everything seems concave
This is the story of my empty house
Of empty promises
I was promised a home
I only got a place to live
I was told I had a family
I cannot describe my situation
In any other way than furthest from family
Glue deteriorating
Words seep with ache
Permeate through these walls
Of this house
That is not a home
With the ghost family
Who is there, but not.





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