The House We Never Built
The house we never built lies with bricks lodged firmly into the earth
With clay hardening by the day
And weakening wood gathering termites.
The house we never built is filled with shadows and abandoned hope
Devoid of affection
Has become a stale, stunted idea.
The house we never built is burning with rage
Red and orange embers pile up
And leave a smoky, unfamiliar, darkened dream.