For

For the chaotic queries
  they have one insensible answer
like sorry doesnt have a meaning
  when roof tops tumble
under emotions pressure
...every whimper
  scares their adversity
such that there is no eyeliner
  shading their eyes
  enhanching sweetness
to shiver in their cold.

Hexagon circular and pentagon
  cuttings on clothes
once bought somwhere
  too hazy to remember
    too lazy to care.

For even one push
with your little finger
  can make them break
like Robert Frost
could vomit in agony
of his own world...
sharded and marred
  its beauty ripped
like subtle changes
  being brought
but only the one who
stand and stare
  can comprehend
the insanity of losing
  the place called home.


For an aching heart...
  they dont care
but for an destroyed house
  their voices say
THANK YOU VERY MUCH
  but their souls...





.....smolder in the quagmire
  of dreams to be.