The House That Jack BuiltA Poem by BuboHave no idea where this came from! Maybe don't stay somewhere that is not truely where you belong. Life is short, and dreams can happen.
The house that Jack built He thought was sturdy and strong But foundations trembled and shook Every time he stepped into the home Walls bled, flowers drooped Even pictures folded To escape the mood And she would close her eyes Forget the sun Forget the rainy day dreams Become surplus to requirements Fitting into her apron, smoothing the grey Wash away the dishes Scrub down the pain There was nothing to gain In trying to talk to him again. So she hushed Wept as storms brewed Above the roof of the house that Jack built, While he slept in careless slumber Assuming, always assuming That luck was on his side Money, he thought, bound all ties, But she had never felt so poor As she bathed the internal sores Never felt so hungry For something she had no name for, Knowing half alive was half dead She could no longer defend her head For her heart had stretched For miles and miles and miles To rest Upon a little house That Jack had not built With lies.
© 2008 Bubo
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Added on October 2, 2008Last Updated on October 2, 2008 AuthorBuboLondon, God, United KingdomAboutSo, I write.... I'm a Scorpio.....A Jersey CI bean, with complications in life that were never expected. Some say I am over emotional, I say I am just more aware. I believe we all have a gift, i.. more..Writing
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