Vindication of the Homeowner
A handbasket of hell
Waits for you at the front door.
-Which is closed-
Your own little,
Welcome Home
gift. From me.
I have lost lucidity, I believe
It left, when I packed
The
Seventh
firebomb into your gift.
Or was it the 13th?
My sanity was driven this close,
to breaking.
AND, I have you, and your
Love. To thank for it.
Thank You.
I believe that last
Kick while I was down, was
All I needed
To help you, find the door.