This house was once a home
Then in came the cyclone and swept the doors that guarded my core
Now the drafts blow in my face
Winds of an age level this place
Never looking back
Dancing in the wake of damage left behind
A conflicted frame mocked by time
This house used to be a home
Long ago
Taken to the ground.
Rotten soil where I was bound
Broken bones left in ruins, where peace is stranded to an empty plot
Frigid fortune I am fraught
Haunted by the cold breeze of time
it's hands on my face,
Hope once lived here in this place
When it was all mine...
Deserted and bereft the memory still stands; long after that breeze blew through these lands
I reassemble a castle with walls that won't shake
But still through a tiny crack, my heart escapes