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Foundation

I'v been caught
in a soul-centered room
captive of the cold cement walls
of a fighting mind.
I can't lose myself in sleep,
I'm lost in the thoughts of you.

My facade is faltering
unbreakable boards
are splintered and warped
crooked nails show nervousness
from internal and external wars.

My foundation bends to you in need,
but instead of dependence
the carpenter should be freed,
My mind has me placed
in a new peculiar plan
I've built a wall of you around me
this Poor carpenter can't stand.

I must destroy my creation
bUffer the burning hearth
sand down the sliding floors
destroy or dam the imagined doors
that opened you to my days.
destroy or dam the imagined doors
that opened you to my days.

-i-Iennifer