A relentless pressure
burrows into his being
a crushing weight onset by a dark truth
a forest inside enveloped in flames
detests its true nature
yet exposes its face
Mom's a junkie
has been since I was six
a secret she hid
like a lost lover's letter
how could I pin the wreath of humanity
on an angel's wings?
Through the years I frolicked
tossed about by naivete
I saw exactly what she
wanted me to see
so now I stand knocking
and hope she'll let me in
to know her swollen heart
For years this house was filled with a warm joy
a loving selflessness bred from within
the chatter and laughter echoed down the halls
and bounced off the photos adorned on the walls
Though from within nestled in blessings
the foundation gave way
a skeletal structure does its part to support
but bare bones without muscle
cry for a mask
and so crumbled the foundation
now a web of despair
Now the whole structure reeks of its slipshod frame
the love within squelched as the support gave way
she needed reinforcement
she needed me to do
more than a son can ever do
Stripped of trinkets, abandoned in spirit
the house comes clean
admitting defeat, it bares its soul
exposes its deprivation
and revisits regret
The best days behind it
it becomes the earth that once housed it
forgotten in spirit by all but the one.
