Friday, April 25, 2014

The builder


You built a cubby
Square box
Of knotted pine
A fortress in my imagination
More a coffin
For a dead relationship

The smell of resin
Still lingers
And takes me back
Standing there
Watching you
The builder

You built a shed
Square coffin of bricks
Play and make believe was over
I had to learn to be a man
I never was quite sure and
For you I never was

The smell of cement
Still lingers
And takes me back
Standing there
Watching you
The builder

You built a house
A house of cards
Nailed with
Your animosity
Roofed with
Frustrated rage

The scent of rage
Still lingers
Tendrils caught
Within my heart
Remembering you
The builder

I built a hardened heart
To keep you out
I was your shame
The human part
You hated, and
Never learnt to love

The scent of shame
Still lingers
I know it very well
Your gift
My legacy, from
You, the builder


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