the broken house

 

The broken house

It will not survive the cracks

It will come when the underground give way

The termites working furiously in it

The broken house; the broken dreams

Now it seems shopping for support

Underground the termites cutting in

The unseen shadows keep working

Sitting on the hill

The poppy road to paradise

It will work for awhile

Until addiction takes control

Then it will be going down hill

The broken house casts the bad light

The heavy downpour flowing

Pulling away the structures

Though it hasn't fallen

The signs are there to see

The underground termites working

Pulling down the structures slowly