A Poem

My house I did not like

Its floors ungrounded piked

Some doors stuck closed so long

I forgot what lay beyond

The windows near opaque

Seeing gave no escape

Illusions distorted by glare and grime

Proved the lie to “everything’s fine”

The stagnant air blew not

Creating here a spot

Of cold or hot

Or some extreme I fought

So, I tore it down

Razed it down to the ground

(Well, except for the well

Which seemed just as well)

And rebuilt

To suit

Myself

Yet still

I felt

Amiss

Then my well

I saw

Was not my well

Not my well at all

For the well as I watched

Grew larger everyday

‘Til the whole house it snatched

Taking it all away

Now there is only the well

And I rebuild no more

Walls are just a jail

Love’s well our deepest core

Now there is only the well

And I rebuild no more