Poem- I once Built

Plastic sticks melt and drip

On this multicolor throne I sit

In the corner the TV is ablaze

As if a monument

To my self destruction

Pieces of the windows smashed

Spread across the floor

From explosions unheard

Walls coated black

Pieces of furniture mangled

Barely resembling what they once were

I rise and survey

All that I have created

Walking slowly

Carpet disintegrates beneath my feet

As I pass remaining pictures fall and crash

Walking out the front door

It all collapses behind me

Never will I return

To this reality

That I once spent endless hours and energy

To build