• The House on Immaculate Street


    A man stares into the eyes that reflect in the mirror
    walls cemented together with pain and despair glare back
    the color of grief is smeared into every little crevice
    the sound of freedom cries out from inside these dreadful walls
    but he cannot and will attempt to demolish these walls;
    and he mustn’t try for the dam of emotions will overflow

    Contentment is chiseled into the house made of stone
    shingles cover the roof that sits on the house of strength
    the foundation of transformation sits on the land of success
    tourists flock to this house like seagulls to the dump
    only to view and admire the renovation that has come with time
    and to forget the sorrowful land that they are striding across

    The man conveys the anecdote of this transformation
    voices the same portrayal as if it is etched into the back of his hand
    next to each tourist is the same question the last person inquired
    and behind this question is the answer identical to that of the last
    but the guide gives this answer as if it were an everyday routine
    but in the hindmost part of his mind he knows it is just an immense lie

    As this man continues to stare into the blank view of his eyes
    the thought of tourists finding out the truth crosses his mind
    but then again the question is always comes down the same path
    are they concerned about the structure of this mended house
    or are they pleased that it is no longer a blemish to the neighborhood