House of Poles

Dedicated to my mother.

Any time of respite and relief is abruptly interrupted.
You should never be relieved, to leave your own home.
Meditation, relaxation, nope, not in this house.
Nothing can remain, nothing could sustain, nope, not even a mouse.
A day of joy, a day of glee; these days don't ever last for me.
Be it the cat or be it my mother, it'll end some way or another.
Anxiety, sobriety, these things don't go hand in hand.
The screaming, the blaming, yelling and complaining.
These things I can no longer stand,
Anymore.