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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