Prejudice

Distorted memories illuminated by fears, cast shadows over years

Mourning what was once only pleasant and serene

Doubts and consternation form the foundation

Of your dilapidated dwelling,

Predetermined prejudice form the walls of your edifice

Keeping you from seeing the good anymore

In the wind's rails, rancorous nails

Anchor it to a shaky floor

In the wind of judgment it tips then dips

So you can't open the warped door

Twisted joists, corner posts and beams hoist

Fractured windows distorting images outside its core.

They like prisms refract, truth through a window cracked

Leaving only your false pride.

Blind in your mind

You distort everything in and outside

You look at the door you look at the floor.

How straight it does appear.,

But from outside you can not hide

It's not right, that's quite clear.

Each time it caves in you shore it up again,

Saying it's easier than starting anew.

In a rotten beam a pin, on a leaky roof a sheet of tin,

But no matter what, there's never enough glue.

The thunder you hear is your tin roof ripping clear

As it flaps in the breeze.

The rain that you smell is only the water from your well

But before you believe it hell will have to freeze.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend.
"Each time it caves in you shore it up again,
Saying it's easier than starting anew.
In a rotten beam a pin, on a leaky roof a sheet of tin,
But no matter what, there's never enough glue."
The above lines are true. Easy to take down, impossible to repair. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Soren]

Thank you again for your review of this piece and your welcome words

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.