Stuck With It

Building from the ground up
From heaven, hellward
Pausing between the pangs of doubt
To fill the trowel with the thinnest of air
And slather it about the first ill-placed bricks
Quietly, this mortar will set
In the joints of one contorted beast
The monolith whose cornerstone is fallacy
Complacency, fright

Towering above the trees
Cowering beneath the clouds
A skeleton of what once was
Fighting for time
Fighting to deliver
Growing ever larger
Ever weaker
And fast losing balance

Baptized in gasoline, the newest room of my soul
The leper penthouse casts its shadow
Perched atop one cathedral of denial
A chamber which no match could set alight
Which no insistence could topple

This monstrosity was irrevocable since its conception
Since plans were first drawn up
And now we’re stuck with it