House of Pain Date: Tuesday, 3rd May 2011 @ 11:54:30 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Harsh House of Pain Sometimes life is better untold If there isn’t anybody to caress and hold Some things are better to be left unsaid No joy or hope, I better be dead Nothing fits the puzzle, pieces are all the same It keeps getting better living in the house of pain It isn’t a joke when life is a role call Waiting in the endless queue for the ultimate fall It isn’t funny though when you try so hard Still there is remorse and all the love is barred Laughing at my own self, it feels so insane No one is going to last in this house of pain Complaining, whining, crying and sobbing as I kneel Serving this hard time was never a part of the deal The hate around here are heaving my lungs to inhale Rectifying anything feels like trying to clutch my own tail The shackled hands and feet, all effort gone in the drain I guess nothing can burn down this house of pain This poem is Copyright © Harsh Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=166158