We live in a condition
where faith is everything.
It blinds , even the clearest
of skies. The sunniest minds.
From a young age I had to
grasp onto the future, as presents gifts
kindly promised only failings
of false sweet nothings.
l thought I'd made a friend
that though your sweetness ached, it wouldn't leave
a bitter trail of taste. Stupid Sweet tooth.
l knew you'd rot eventually.
Fruitless hope that an agreement
of mercy could prevail
but your words really meant fuck- all
I carried on; unwaveringly
and my faith became the building blocks
I stood in the cold, ignoring the drops
that froze who you had known
My trust built you a sheIter; strong.
Yet the slightest down pour & there it drifts.
Foundations Crumble. Battering,
My sore spots. Swallowing selfs weakness.
I lost my faith
in a pit of mundane eyes.
That saw me, without seeing.
Stoney, muddy, earthly banality.
You didn't try, I was too wiIIing
l gave you my dull bricks strength
so caught up by boring browns gaze.
A strong foundation. You turned to dust .
So sly no one saw the demise
A trite sequence of dominos
No.
No house is warmer
or simply safer
than the one I built
Myself.
