My House

[tHeBoA]

i have never just written poetry before so this is wierd, but anyway this is what i wrote today

I look at my house
and I am disgusted and
ashamed.
I gaze upon the piano
in the next room, hear the
humming of the fridge, feel
the warmth of our central heating
system. All these luxuries-
when did i ever deserve them?
Could i ever live up to a person
righteous and caring enough to
deserve this uneeded material matter.

I finish my glass of milk,
and then eat, one by one, the
crumbs left from my muffin, for
it is bad enough to know you
could have as much food as you
wanted, but it's worse to know
some food will go uneaten.