Splinters

How ever would the walls stay standing?

Placed carelessly atop the fault line

With cracks in the foundation

Each visitor that steps inside

Leaves as quickly as they come

Chipping at the drywall as they pass

Two arms just aren’t enough

To hold these beams in place

Long enough to repair the rotten braces

No coat of paint and spackle

Could ever hope to fill the gaps

And hide the damage done

To already shaky structures

Nothing here that’s up to code

Just let it fall and start again

But it’s not that simple

It might be for others

But I’m stuck inside this rubble

Trying to glue together

Splinters of myself too small to see

Elegy For Fantasy

Will it ever go away?

This mourning for what might have been

The endless elegy for fantasy

A what-if life never lived

The sinking feeling of something missing

When nothing was ever really there

Just dreams, phantom creations

Willed from the air of misconception

A yearning to return to

That which wasn’t, ‘cept in illusion

That won’t seem to fade away