—They Built Houses Only To Burn

They built houses only to burn
And finding that it's your turn
Would surfeit a soul in an urn
That never, never could return!

Hold onto that superficial skin
On whose super-imposing will is akin
To a belief that is god-willing
Where goodwill is shining, shimmering!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem came about after watching a psychological film that was based on a novel by Peter Hedges.

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