House of Cards

by Deepesh Shrestha

What is it that we seek?

Is it the furthest point beyond the stars?

Or could it be an impenetrable guard?

To shade the parts deemed weak?

No, what if it is to gander at it all.

Reaching out to dreams that inflate,

From the foundation to the peak.

Like mother’s untouchable doll.

But this gives rise to another question,

Why work for what we seek?

To achieve the self’s pride and way.

Pushing room for leisure and a cup of tea.

Leaving a mark on history to fight the test of time.

Maybe it was never meant to see the light of day.

As mad men, we see that view only for the fall.

We stack lie over guilt and people on top of stones.

Ecstasy, it brings at the darkest of hours.

Dumping out the weight of it all.

A sigh filled with the grinning of tears.

That is the house of cards, fragile when believed.