Constantly fearing the chronic angers of my house
My family
Continuously in argument
Small mistakes or wrong words
Like sparks
And soon we are ablaze
Crackling and burning
Yelling and crying
The fire
Burning away at the wood
Burning away at us
Until there is nothing left
But ash
Grey dust
Left in an old fire place
'til new sparks begin
And once again
We ignite
my first ever poem, i hope it good :) pleaz review and tell me --- the dyslexic bookworm