mundic blocks

Bricks and mortar the foundations that don't alter
the roots put down so we don't falter
precious time  threads that came untwined
not underpinned just undermined
 
The traffic roaring past its tremor
they reflect the quiet anger
morgaged hope that change will happen
the bailiffs of despair come a knocking

Joy that was, now walls of straw
Cheating wind, rocked all that we enjoyed
Jealousy the wolf is at the door
 ripped our house with tooth and claw
 
Shredded clothes rent the fabric
conversations so monosyllabic
cracks that widened with each year
home sweet home, a shared nightmare