by ERIC
A foundation filled with mirages
The steps of the future are decrepit
Fall through with the mistakes made
Turning in different directions
Like a painting with a Picasso setting
A Collage of the past thoughts
Etched into the walls complexion
Try to mirror the foundation
But receive unattainable reflection
The hallways are ongoing
And locked doors open with every lecture
A life lesson learned
in every sector
But taking away with the seepage
From the rotting of the roof
Depleting the blessings
Of the house warming gifts of knowledge
Because of hallucinations embedded
The skeletons inside the closets
Are vexing
Homeowners pay for inspection
Who wants to live in home like this
Vacancy of something so tainted since its inception
Leaves the neighbors so prejudice
Fence in the house from the sidewalk to the alley
So no one ventures to peddle
Near a house filled with a 1000 criminals
We the people ,who do not visit
call prison.