Rags From Riches

Dumb now, there's not much to talk to,
numb, the entire sense not in work too,
sullen on a great loss
crestfallen with pessimism
doves lay beside one another
fidget.
The shadows flicker hither and thither
bruises but alas! no ointment
haunted with past day in and day out.
The nest so dear
constructed with twigs from all over
perched on a branch pondered as a life support
razed to the earth next day with cruel axe.
Now with the roof gone
the stumps is only there
as if a cast been spelled on,
they have gone from have to the have nots
to rags from riches
in no time.