the hole inside

it's the tone.
the words,
the carefully,
laid out
sentences.
the control
of it all.
it's manipulation.
nothing has changed.
the heart of the problem
has not
been touched.
what lies deep within
is still there.
the dark hole has
not been filled
with anything new.
it's all window dressing
while the house
is in shambles.
while it teeters
on rotted beams,
a crumbled foundation.
I can feel it,
smell it, taste it.
scary,
it truly is.