When It Falls.

[Fkeu'itan]

When it falls.

When it all comes tumbling down.

Rebuilding hope, person, mind and soul are the hardest parts.

My hands bleed,
From the corse,
Hard rock of which,
The fortress
Of self is built.

Forever stacking,
Until the walls,
The bulwarks,
Tower endlessly.
Seemingly impentirable.

Yet no matter,
How strong the foundations,
How fortified the battlements...
She will always,
Smash them down again.

More and more frequently.
Restarted,
Rebuilt,
Reduced...
Relentless.

But this time,
I'm not rebuilding,
Letting the tools slip
From my aching,
Destroyed hands...

They fall,
Miles...
To the cold floor.
And myself,
Along with them.

Bloody and bruised.
Laying upon the ground,
Lost, empty.
Gasping for an eternity.
Trying to hold on.

I'm not rebuilding this time.

I won't.

I can't.

I'm too tired.

Oh so very tired...