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
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This is 47
In my acquired wisdom I've accepted: 1. That it's OK to admit I like girly things 2. That it's OK I didn't post this ON...
-
Independance even back when it meant something for all of humanity was a hard won battle. This is no truer than today for Mrs. B in AZ. Mrs....
-
Before you were conceived I wanted you Before you were born I loved you Before you were here an hour I would die for you This is the miracle... -
I know I promised a personal post. I know I promised myself I would write it. And I started to… I really did. For the most part this blog ha...
No comments:
Post a Comment