Poetic-Verses-Awakening Spirits and Memories
Cracks in the Walls
CRACKS IN THE WALLS This house is crumbling, Its foundations stumbling. Creeping ever slowly, Inching down the hill, Like a glacier. Grinding like a mill. Every day a new crack appears, As the end of this house nears. How long will it be, Before this house slips into the sea? How much longer do I have to climb these stairs, Wash windows and dust chairs? How many years does it have left to live? How much more will it take before it gives, To fall in cloudfilled subsidence. A pile of rubble, furniture, an age gone. Nothing left but a pile of bricks, Broken ornaments, furniture in sticks. Is this a reflections of who she is? Is this house a shadowland? An image of her mind, face and hand. Is her life falling apart too? The cracks showing Getting bigger by the day. Is her heart shattered inside? So she and her house together try to hide. Both waiting for the day When it finally slides down the hill No longer to sit at the windowsill. And her heart will die! Jayc |
