Every building a cave
Every room a nave
Every threshold I cross
comes with a sense of loss

the entry here is a portal
to all that is mortal
a refuge and a threat
more of the latter I met

every uncertain floor
stable footing unsure
firm or soft intent
I proceed with discontent

I engage with each room
amid the dust and gloom
of this abandoned house
where I had no choice 
this slaughterhouse
to a mouse

I remember the fear
I remember the tears
to isolation being sent
the trauma and lament

my sister and my brothers
my long suffering mother
all gone from our house
no squeaks from their mouths

I reach my old bedroom
the one in which soon
salvation fell on this house
the roaring of a mouse

I stood right on this spot
hand and hammer aloft
he broke in through the door
I hit more and more

I was ten years old
withdrawn and quiet I’m told
well, I wasn’t that night
I turned on the light

that drunken bleeding 
snivelling mess
that gurgling throat of distress

to my father
I confess
I would have killed you
I so wanted too
but it was something a small malnourished boy 
wasn’t strong enough to do

my father
who art now in heaven  
you weakened me 
I hated you
you made me strong
I still hate you

The dVerse prompt for we poets today was from Kim, to write about buildings. Did I write about buildings?