The Agony of a Broken Wall
Once I stood, proud and tall,
A silent guardian through it all
Brick by brick, I bore the weight
Of whispered love and simmering hate.
I knew the laughter, held the cries,
Watched dreams take flight, then slowly die.
Through seasons harsh and summers warm,
I shielded hearts from every storm.
But time, it crept with unseen hands,
Etching cracks like shifting sands.
Each fracture told a tale unspoken,
Of trust betrayed and spirits broken.
They leaned on me when hope grew thin,
Yet never saw the war within
The strain of holding what must fall,
The quiet grief of a weary wall.
Then came the day I could not stand,
No strength remained, no guiding hand.
I crumbled slow, yet felt it all
The final breath, the shattering call.
Now dust and silence mark my place,
No echoes left, no warm embrace.
But in my ruins, truth stands tall:
Even the strong can break—and fall.
Once I stood, proud and tall,
A silent guardian through it all
Brick by brick, I bore the weight
Of whispered love and simmering hate.
I knew the laughter, held the cries,
Watched dreams take flight, then slowly die.
Through seasons harsh and summers warm,
I shielded hearts from every storm.
But time, it crept with unseen hands,
Etching cracks like shifting sands.
Each fracture told a tale unspoken,
Of trust betrayed and spirits broken.
They leaned on me when hope grew thin,
Yet never saw the war within
The strain of holding what must fall,
The quiet grief of a weary wall.
Then came the day I could not stand,
No strength remained, no guiding hand.
I crumbled slow, yet felt it all
The final breath, the shattering call.
Now dust and silence mark my place,
No echoes left, no warm embrace.
But in my ruins, truth stands tall:
Even the strong can break—and fall.
