Attempts at Happiness

The Flood Ignored

The clouds ethereal like halos

floated o'ertop my castle of mud

were only ephemeral, now a ghost

lasting long as peace, a fluttering dove.

Hence storm clouds occupy the region in which

my castle resides, appearing full-proof,

majestic, structure, eternity clinched.

I thought I did it all, my beliefs aloof.

Conscious of fate inevitable, I pretend

that fortified, mine, it'll last forever.

So I stand calm, gazing, until the end,

eyes in proud showing, allowing it my heart to sever.

We treasure our ill-built structures, proud till their fall,

Crying floods as they're wasted away, as if we have no fault.