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