Termites by Jason Vanderlaan

Termites

by Jason Vanderlaan

These lonely memories

Of white faces smeared with red

Are eating away at the home

I have yet to build.

The roof is already caving in

And the rain of destruction

Has begun to pour down.

These bitter regrets

Of white lilies dusted with black

Are gnawing away at the home

I have yet to build.

The walls are already crumbling

And the winds of strife

Are beginning to blow violently.

This unchangeable past

Of white hope washed away

Is tearing away at the home

I have yet to build.

The foundation is cracking

And the mud of desolation

Is seeping up through the floor.