Trying to build a home with an action
Taking a picture
Creating something artful
Writing a poem
Actions
Trying to create paths
For the Lava pouring out my chest
Blood dripping down my cheeks
Unrest inside seeking places and people to curl up with
A home or homes
There are many sub levels
Few ears are keen to tune in
Moisture builds
A glistening tear filled with silence
Empty swings
A deserted tree house
And a Lonely Dragon named Puff

(C) Jack Roman