Like a table on wobbly legs, every nail knocked out of place.

A real accident waiting happen, a keg of gun powder with a lighted line.

So is this place I call home.

How did a giant become a dwarf this fast or a cancer eat so deep so quickly?

Eating deeper and deeper daily with no cure in sight.

• Am I a fool to hope?

Has it fallen apart so badly that it’s beyond repair.

Maybe it is, but I think I will  keep that hope, if I can’t hope on anything, I will hope on hope itself.