Constructing an Empty Home

Sometimes we build up nothing believing it is something.

Pouring on more layers

Before the others settle

Feet cold and confined

Within unkempt framework

Disrepair a subject of apathy

Yet building a foundation upon

Suspended feeling hung bare

Trying to raise walls around

Absent blueprints or solid plan

Bricks and mortar strewn about

To walk away for a time

Expecting it to build itself up

Without raising hand to work

To make a home for two hearts

Constructed by a worn down past