The Fatal Flaws Of The Architect Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The Inability to acknowledge failure
An overwhelming arrogance that blots out life itself
The task of creation is overrated
Now there's a godlike pause in the abandoned home of the mind
What are called good qualities are now so corroded they have become a cliché

What took minutes to build, it takes years to destroy
And it's not for a lack of trying
The testimony of associates and bottled up emotions
Asking if they could use a blackboard to make it clearer to the panel
Under attack from all sides
The customers won't pay up and the food tasters have all run away

I want to build but lack an artist's sense of the intangible
So I turned to college courses in architecture to prop up my spine
My, what an earnest young man
For the meaty part of the twentieth century

Time froze the soul's rottenness
Cleverness bewitched those who provide building materials and the crew
They said don't let your eyes be bigger than your stomach
But my appetites are large and boundless
In order to feed a lust to add to posterity
The excuse of the artist, the father, the kinky creator, the passionate megalomaniac

Boyhood cleared a path
That only fate and will together can elaborate on
Presently, the facts are in the process of razing everything he has ever built
He's left with only a plea that cannot help but touch the hearts of the gallery
"Somebody put me back together again! "