Can You See?

Coming home to the robbery

Everything isn't where it should be

Nothing is right

Nothing feels right

The more you look

The more you find missing

And the more you see

The more you see.

You're home. Your home

now redecorated with

new found rage

new hate

new sadness

new loss

and the new realization

that your place will never be the same.

Pictures stolen right out of your head

and replaced.

You've lost too much

And you know in your heart

That sleep won't be right

Until the burglar who had such balls

is strung up by them

And the only thing you have in your hands

is a Louisville Slugger.


-by anonymous


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