House

House, you have sheltered me, And kept me safe from harm, The elements cannot reach me here, House, you look upon me with love, Yet something is amiss, A missing piece for me, As if you were to miss a shingle and leak, House, full of life you are, Yet so miserable am I, For love you have only ever shown me, And still you stand against the rough grain and the passage of time, My heart, should it not be joyous for the plenty you bring? Yet torn are many a shingle straight from bone, Cracking, snapping as if twigs underneath my own two feet, House, I love you so, But today, Yes, today you feel empty in my soul.