Dampness

Telling of the old house
Of misused energy in search for truth
Can you smell the rotting of wood?


Touched
I fear the roof will cave
Walls delicate of over-grown skin


I haven't yet begun but I've already swept miles
How can it be that I've missed these piles of stones?
Heavy


Once believing in complete trust
Once more grieving for a round smooth pebble
Wishing to find it and finish this smile