"No structure is completely sound, 
And cracks inhabit this facade." 

 

I stand against the elements.

A haunted structure

Crushed by reality's weight.

Clouds of depression encroach from behind,

And seek to smother my dreams.

 

If eyes are windows to the soul

Mine are dull, despairing of hope.

My heart's entrance is barred

By ghosts of lovers past.

Its approach treacherous and full of ruts.

 

Grass does not grow here.

No flowers burst forth with color.

Skeletal trees landscape my life.

But when clouds part -

Even gnarled branches touch the sky.

 

No structure is completely sound,

And cracks inhabit this facade.

Inside its hoary partitions,

I fight to break free.

There must be more to life than this.

 

Now...bewitched by Hope-born courage

My bony framework shifts.

Like any small creature,

My soul makes its escape

Through impossible holes.