The foundation crumbles, it's weight born too long
Flaking away, pebbles of aged stone roll away
Weakening, unstable, still standing
Resovle ...
gone.....
The house of Cards
Unseen hand moves air swaying
Whispers of breathe fleeting
The eternal clock slowing while life ebbs
Toppling this madness, perfected
My hand held captive a single card grasped
But... I was placing that....
But...
I...
can't
©SKW
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