This Wall of Pain

My heart dances on the wall of pain,

One wrong move is one wrong tumble;

I feel the Earth turning ever onwards,

It trembles for tomorrow;

No matter what, or who, or when,

Tries to amend the trouble,

It doesn't see what they offer comfort,

My heart cries down once more.

So, what was brick, now rubble formed,

Like jelly, not supportive;

To dance with danger is not flirting fun,

For the ground below is harder.

The End

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