I didn’t know hell could be so close
I never thought that hell could be home
A place of refugee yet so opposite
So full of toxicity you can even suffocate
No longer a place but hell called home
I even saw laughter packing and leaving
I don’t see him coming back soon
I was told he is toxic intolerant
When folks are happy to return home
I wish to be kidnapped to a place so far
To be reunited with the one that left
The one I last seen before toxic took over
Bickering and insults are new residents
They even invited tears and hatred
Making me say this prayer before slumber
God it’s okay if I don’t wake up next morning
Oh! dearest friend Santa Clause
I was told you make wishes come true
Can I wake up to a better home next Christmas
A home where love is the only language spoken
A home so homely you can’t even resist