The Tower
Sometimes it has to fall
It all has to come tumbling down
Somewhere there's a missed call
One indeed has to be lost to be found
Falling, spiraling, crashing down
Once built up with blood, sweat, and tears
Now unrecognizable on the ground
Echoes of the nonsensical chatter and jeers
Precious pieces liberally scattered
So much time, love, and effort were employed
To look at all this debris, I can't help but wonder if it matters.
A hollow space in my soul, once filled now only a void
Bewildered, astray, and empty
Loneliness now fills my days
Futile thoughts or hopes of someone feeling pity for me
Silly, just silly to think because this is my spiritual assay
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