it only takes pouring the slab of a foundation

to erect your own hell

from there it takes a life of it’s own

you don’t even see it

suddenly there are walls around your heart

your feet encased in rebar

and you just stand there staring stupidly as they lower the dome over your head

then one day you try to move

maybe start fresh

and you are trapped

the images, still frames of another mess flashing, strobe like, seizure inducing

over and over and over and over

how did i get here

you begin to ask the questions you should have asked years ago

the dust, the plaster, the asbestos, the jagged rusty remnants surround you

it is too late

you built this hell yourself

found solace in it

now it is your only refuge