Duck house

I wish to perambulate the wood once more, to bask in it's glory...
To escape this dismal chamber and return to a place that haunts me.
This is my desire- cut down by a thoughtless mistake.
One wrong move and the wood burned to the ground.

There is a rift within me,
A yawning chasm where my heart used to be.
A useless part of a worthless system-
Still alive after it was ripped out of me.

It's ashes: the only remnants of hope, lost to the wings of the
Summer. i wish everyday for my despair to subside.
Let's not keep making a ghost of what we have inside.

...emptier than i thought that i could be, i again a walking tragedy.

Even if the walls disintegrated, what would be left to comfort me?