Fallen

The tears are building up
the bridge is close to breaking
the walls so close to tumbling
           jagged breath
           strangled sobs
           a hand pressed to your mouth
           the other upon your chest
peace so far away
your light stolen
your heart crushed
your soul shattered
           the pains a shock
           a stabbing in your chest
           a pressure building up
           a crack bleeding out
           that vital red that's needed so
the tears they over flow
the bridge is now in pieces
the wall has fallen to dust.

The End

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