home
is where you hang
yourself
a shelf
to hold your hopes and dreams
a hole
to hide
your darkest truths
a show
that ne’er is
what it seems
a rope
e’er tethered
to the past
a broken window
to the morrow
sold as scenes
of happiness
through secrets
of an untold sorrow
the devil
who we know so well
the harbinger
of dread and gloom
where will we have left
to go
once its façade
apprises ruin
Max, or Not 
“home
is where you hang
yourself”
chills
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Full of wonderful metaphors. Beautifully done
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Awesome, Max. I miss you on the MBTI groups.
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Well said. –A rope ere tethered to the past…
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