Boxes and boxes of stuff,
random, pointless, stuff
lie around the house,
taped shut and named
just waiting to be moved
ready to be picked up or pushed about
from one's home to a new house
a house that is not home
it's their only destination
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Havoc
PoetryEvery story deserves to be told just as everyone has the right to live. This just happens to be my story. *A collection of 50 poems*
