Broken Home Poem by Christopher Taber

My spirits broken right down to the bone
There’s no place left for me within this broken home
This house carries the shame
The depression
The blame
The pent up anger
The hopelessness
The helplessness
The homeless
I am homeless in the sense I lack a place
A place to call home
Here I am 11 again and everything is my fault
Back to my childhood, my haunted past
I’m sorry mom and dad I don’t know what I did
I don’t know what I do
Shall I apologize for the problems I will cause in the future too?
You would say “what problems”
And I would hang my head in sadness
You never knew, I’d say you never cared but you did
I was fed, clothed, loved in a fashion
But you never saw
You never looked
All the times I thought about dying
Who noticed? Who cared? Who comforted me?
All the nights I spent crying
Who noticed? Who cared? Who comforted me?
ME, myself, I
I don’t blame you
Nor do I say this to shame you
But it is how I feel
And how I’ve felt
And more than likely how I will continue to feel