Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

My Unattended Home

So empty, so broken,
This is how you explain me.
Not much to say to describe
A torn-up house,
Home to my almost dead soul.
She's gone, no longer home,
Living somewhere else.
She's so bruised from the tornado
That came so recently.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback