Shifting

Solid, the world that I stand on
This place of my creation, it is my very core
Built with my bare hands, till each of my bones were sore.
Each picture, each word, each song.

I tended to the fresh and flames anew
Warming the hearth; a home created, set,
And welcomed each and everyone of you.
Everything was perfect

What was broken, mended
What was ruined, repaired
But now...
Now there is a war raging on.

My place of peace ablaze
The fire I built, consumes
Each building, brick by brick
Shudders under gunfire
From an enemy unknown
And the havoc that once was, resumes.

Crumbling, the world that I stand on
This place of my creation, it is my very core
Built it with my bare hands, till each of my bones were sore.
Each memory, each sound, each joy I stored here.

It is all burning down
My legs give way, and I shudder
My home, my happiness, my peace
The scars that had healed re-opened
The foundation of my will ripped apart.
Gone, all gone; leaving the faint hollowness
The embers of my flames burning out
One by one, I grow cold.

My world, my Sanctuary, all rubble.
My pain and heartache afresh.
Coated in a poison, a fear
The ground I stand on, feels like it's crumbling
But in this loss, this intense hell of suffering,
I find the strength to stand
And tell myself:
"The ground is only Shifting."
And with that, I build again.