House on a Hill

It stands on the hilltop alone and forlorn
Disfigured by fire, still ash and no flame,
To remind us all our hopes have been shorn.

Forever, perhaps, these marks might be worn,
But even long past we forget the thing’s name,
It stands on the hilltop alone and forlorn.

Against the blue sky, it shines like a thorn
Though too dark and despondent to truly exclaim:
To remind us all our hopes have been shorn.

As bent and broken, as tired and torn
This tomb at its peak feels no pain.
It stands on the hilltop alone and forlorn.

I hope next time we smell smoke we’ll be warned:
We’ll not run from home nor steep in our shame
To remind us all our hopes have been shorn.

Now as much as we wail, as much as we mourn,
The fire still burned and the fire still came:
It stands on the hilltop alone and forlorn
To remind us all our hopes have been shorn.

Stay gold,
Sabrina Hayes