Brokedown Palace  

This brokedown palace;
An unholy shrine,
To house an un-attainable soul.
With every second passed,
A foundation solid, shifts.
The mortar crumbles.
The ceiling leaks and,
Time takes it's toll.

With the weight of stress
Among other things
The walls of this temple
Threaten collapse when confronted
By the slightest breeze.

The woodwork that defines
The shrine's frame,
Creeks and moans in pain of
Time's cruel, unrelenting lashings.

The soul housed here
Becoming more and more restless
Within it's confines,
Growing ever weary of
It's shrinking prison,
Weeps rivers of tears,
In a yearning for release.

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