Windows closed in oppression under the sun’s blushing light.
Sight obscured by rubble striking from a bleary height.
Weathered facings under attack, irrational sounds irrupting – Smack!
The dark abyss of anger’s well
spewing its venomous brew in a hail
of contemptuous fury.
Warm wind carelessly caressing every
side in wanton abandon.
Ugliness obliterating a once peaceful union,
intent hereafter on decimation.
A jealous path carved through emptied rooms,
crashing into reality,
crusading in the name of false perceptions.
Artwork painted by time askew on lonely walls in contemplation.
Lights flickering before the harsh stare of conviction.
Cold, so damn cold, chilling bone and soul, unknown what looms
ahead – breathe – damn it – respiration –
automated – supposedly –
in…and out…in…and out – The wind turned sleuth
pouncing in jubilation.
Unsated, jealousy’s appetite ravenous, exacting a steady diet of compensation.
Contention the main dish of consumption.
Sanctuary scrapped conclusively, casualty of an unwanted war.
Thoughtless destruction, an open door
to annihilation of promised future.
A wasted shell in ruins, afraid to uncover
windows concealing wreckage
strewn across the floor, with damages
not yet assessed. Salvaging pieces still intact
to rebuild from the remnants of senseless acts.
A new sanctuary fortified by stubborn resolution,
refurbished per imagination, recovered paintings cause for celebration.
Walls built with a single heart’s determination.
©2015 Brenda Baker