There is no calm or storm.
nor a fall from the edge
from the warm sincere bliss.
Just the draining of strength
for a tower battered long
by all the impailments that don't miss.
~+~
No single rock can cause an alarm.
No one cares if its hurled upon the walls.
Like an ant against a fortress;
percieved insignificantly small.
~+~
Yet rammed by the wraith of time.
"chip by chip"
"brick by brick"
The tower slowly fades to dust.
~+~
Fearing the abandonment of all who once built it
The tower trembles in fear.
Watching its debris piling where it stands.
Living as the tombstone that marks his remains.
~+~
The standing glory
of living as the dead.
An empty shell waiting to collapse.
into a meaningless rock...
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