Walls
A house is built
To hold you up
And hold you in
Where did it begin?
Walls build without windows
To keep you safe from sight
A floor your fear makes solid
To keep you off the blight
But even in the basement
There’s a little yellow light
The wind creaks
The lightning cracks
The rain is pouring
It’s your attack
Sometimes you start to wander
Of the Crimson woods outside
You crack open the door
But you stand petrified
All the trees were cut down
To make your neat abide
The roof is falling
The walls are creaking
The doors blown open
Your lie is leaking
You lay in your silken bed
It’s as warm as it can be
But your palms grow cold
Because of what you see
The sky glows above you
And sings of being free
Time grows short
The upstairs is gone
There’s only to smile
And catch the wind
You are stuck forever
On the line you dare not sever
For fear of learning that those stars
Are not but burning gas
It’s no wonder that you grow numb
When your new found wisdom
Is sold cheaply at every pass
It’s all gone
all but the floor
CRACK
You’re falling
And then your eyes open
Written about the fruitlessness of holding on to a false paradigm.
Number one: never explain what your poem is about… the interpretation MUST be subjective… otherwise you reduce it from four dimensions… to two.
Number two: This poem is really about death and the uncertainty of what lies beyond.
Number three: You Father will always be there for you… ever after death.