Foreclosure

We all have trying times , abysmal days , seemingly never ending

In the stages of framing
The perfect disaster
Of my own domain
No longer the master

Foundation crumbling
Before my very eyes
Results of poor planning
Comes as no surprise

Started my destruction
At the fault of my own hands
Began in early construction
Neglected to study the plans

Walls come tumbling down
Remains an empty frame
No longer solid ground
With only myself to blame

Remnants of a home
Once a work in progress
Now vacant and alone
Failure my only success

Forgotten , worn with wear
Damaged by life exposure
As if it were never there
Now in danger of foreclosure

Author's Note

Hope this helps someone understand that we all share these feelings