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...

[ZenitYerkes]

Ask her why, why she always breaks yourself, your mind, your heart into pieces.

She will ask you back.

"How would I know then, that you are strong enough for me? How would I know you would fight for me? How would I know you could keep me, this dream, alive?"

(In case you're referring to PAD of course)

[Fkeu'itan]

O brother,
I missed your advice.
For I had already decided,
To proceed with that action.

Escaping the city,
I ran to her, my tormentor.
And I allowed time and prescence,
To take it's course.

And she did respond.
She tended to wounds,
She picked up the tools.
And thrust them back.

Proclaiming;
"Help you I will
For such dedication
But rebuild for you?"

"Nay, 'tis a job
Only the sufferer
Can adopt,
For futherment."

And I understood.
She gave me strength,
As easily as she broke me.
But there are rules.

She asks only that,
I do not forget.
Do not abandon for so long
The next time.

Abidement to these rules
Is a must.
Lest I be cast down,
As before.

"Ask and you shall recieve."
Some may say.
But I say,
"Speak and you will be restored."

For I demanded nothing extra,
Than I had before.
Merely to have restored,
That which I had lost.

Touch,
Taste,
Hearing,
Smell...

But most importantly,

Sight.

And with this sight, comes a 6th sense.





Love.

[ZenitYerkes]

You know these poems in two parts of yours are somewhat annoying when you try to comment them: I feel like I ruined the second part with my answer.

Anyway it's a very deep poem, I can truly say I know how you feel.

[Fkeu'itan]

Originally Posted by ZenitYerkes

You know these poems in two parts of yours are somewhat annoying when you try to comment them: I feel like I ruined the second part with my answer.

Anyway it's a very deep poem, I can truly say I know how you feel.

I do apologise, but this second part was written after I 'went to see her' so to speak.

I do not feel you are not ruining the second part at all. In fact, what you posted enhanced it in my view. You said some wonderful things in return.

[ZenitYerkes]

No need to apologize, it IS a good piece of poetry and that's all that matters here.

[Fkeu'itan]

Thank you Zenit. I apreciate it.

Even if it does come in two parts.