Edifice

I built an edifice of understanding,

That no one wants to live in.

The foundation is strong with pride.

The walls are thick and sturdy with opinion.

Large glass windows look out in to the ocean of apathy,

This is the beach house of my escape.

The walls are rich red, bold in my pain.

The floors are lavish marble tiles,

Smooth and elegant with my false charm.

Beautiful carved stone pillars of power claim their right to stand their ground.

Massive rooms filled with nothing capture my loneliness,

Finely embroidered curtains of fear block the light of redemption

From pouring into my cell of self.

This is my edifice,

My tower of power,

My castle of pride,

My chapel of narcissism,

This is not my home.

This is not my resting place.

Strike it down,

Burn into a pile of rubble,

Deem me homeless,

A resident of the true Kingdom,

Let this edifice be my love,

Let my palace be service.

Author's Note

I wrote this about 2 years ago.

Reviews

[Minnie]

Wonderful, full of meaning :)

[Enigma]

Excellent poem. This reminded me of the character of Howard Roarke in 'The Fountainhead' where he builds according to the personality of the person who will be living in the building. The various rooms, the structure, the planning - everything was a part of the residing individual.

[Dayran]

Wonderful! But love before service always, so that we may learn to serve with love. A great poem that reveals the final aim of all men, to give of themselves.