This house is like an old radio,
Damaged beyond repair,
Beaten and broken,
Like so many familial bonds,
The parts no longer fit well together,
She re-assembled it all wrong.

Domestic censor,
Domestic tyrant,
Some channels are allowed to play loud,
While others are set to mute,
All goodwill is static,
Treacherous broadcasts play the whole day.

If you happen to tune in,
It’s a one-way radio here.

Oneway

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Comments
  1. tchistorygal says:

    I’ve got to read the extra 44 words. Did the parts make it? Sad poem, but so descriptive. I hope there is a fix-it person in the family. πŸ™‚

  2. My motto is, “No matter how much you dislike what I have to say, you damn well better listen at least once.” Please.

  3. I can relate. I grew up in a dysfunctional family. I was placed on mute but never learned to shut up properly. πŸ™‚

  4. Ms. Vee says:

    Ahhh, where is that mute button located? It’s been a long time since I been here. I am loving it, and going to follow! πŸ™‚

  5. Osharlequin says:

    Reblogged this on WorldofHarley and commented:

    One-Way Radio

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