The fort is falling
The very foundation that is myself is crumbling
Under attack for so long
A constant barrage battering my psyche's walls
I must soon perish
Or go mad
How much can these walls take?
How long can my crumbling defenses hold?
I know not if I can last
Never can I. . .
Author notes
My word is "crumble".
A contest entry
- Welcome to My Word...Won't you come on in 2 by RuthKephart.
600 points, ended December 18, 2007, 13 entries
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Great title for this piece...one that would really draw a reader in. Few people can stand a constant barrage for long without feeling the effects of it and usually it is our psyche that crumbles first. Thank you for the entry and best wishes in the contest
Ruth
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