Mourning Skies

The House

If I could unleash
My every thought
There would be a three day catastrophe
Of earthquakes
Every shake of my hands when I felt
Myself crumble like the earth
Of hurricanes
To spill the sea in to the road I used to call home
To drown the wooden boards
That held the marks of abuse and neglect
Of tornadoes
To ravage the land
And make disaster where
Once a house stood
Rip the seems of every carpet
Every drape
Rip the house from it's very foundation
Toss it like the you threw my desk chair
Break it to pieces

But this catastrophe of a home
Could not be destroyed
To strip the memories from every fiber
And end the disaster in fire
Could not rid the damage
The burn
The tears
The ravage
In my mind