Crack at the Base

Draft iii

                                                    Such an alluring finish,

                         trust placed in your timber legs

          Confiding my journals

                my musings

                      my dreams

                              an introspection

               All enclosed within

                               You give me refuge

                           Never speaking out of place

         You are always there when I return

                                               You are always there

                              Running my fingers over delicate aspects

                     Winding conceptions throughout

    

                          But what is this crease?

                          A gash

                                     A crack

              at the base of my bookcase

      Doors refuse to align

          They have spread too far

                    to allow the lock to set

                                            Placing my journals and treasures back into boxes

                           They’re heading to the basement

                    How can I confide in you

                                  with doors susceptible to prying eyes

                                                   and a crack

                            at the base of my bookcase

 

                         I must move you to the den

               Don’t think of it as rash neglect

             But I can’t sleep at night

                                   Without contemplating

                                       And staring

                                                         at the crack

                                 at the base of my bookcase

 

                     I carry you to the basement

                  I hope you don’t see this in a negative light

                    I just can’t bear to walk in

             And see

                         The crack

                                 At the base of my bookcase

 

                I am forced to place you in storage

                 Don’t think it is due to a lack of trust

         But my journals are now stored there

                I can’t risk the content being divulged

                                into the crack

      At the base of my bookcase

 

 

               I disassemble your form

    Placing the splinters into the furnace

                            Watching as they are engulfed

                        In flames arms

      Please, don’t think of this as vengeful spite,

                But every moment I am awake

                                                         You tend to antagonize my sensibility

                                Think of this in a positive light

               You can give me warmth

                                          And comfort

    For one last night

                          While I watch this tattered oak

  Illuminate atop of the hearth

             The wood I once trusted

                               Now transcends to smoke

                          And soot

                                       Including the crack

           At the base of my bookcase

 

                 I remove the ashes

    Placing them in an urn

                         Atop my mantle

                         Please don’t see this as a regretful afterthought

     But you are a liability

                        I must keep you here

                                                  So I can reminisce

                                        of the crack that was

                                                        At the base of my bookcase