For The Home I Love

A house that breaks down upon my back 

A life I’m willing to give for it 

Rotten columns with support that they lack, 

but how I raise my arms in support of It.

Crooked little place that I call my own

How I love you for your imperfections 

For you contain hidden beauty within your bones 

A Fierce independence that resists alterations 

Crawling rats that rob my pantry daily  

they are the only company that I know. 

Spite and hatred towards them is plenty 

But fear of quiet solitude is a greater blow. 

Bring in foreign guests full of presents 

only to have them hurt my home 

Empty boxes and hungry pockets 

Make me wish I was here all alone 

A solid but divided foundation under me 

Creates hidden cracks upon the structure 

Why I cannot fix what I cannot see 

But must tear it all down in hope of a better future