Fallen


A heart sheltered by a house of cards
Bittered, shattered, broken into shards;
Lashing words, she rants uncontrolled
For all those tales that remain untold.

 Shameful, her endless unanswered rings
She buries her lament in yet another drink;
She knows not where the painful road ends
All she asks for the journey is a friend. 

 Lonely tears flood her structured dam
When she realizes "life's great!" is but a sham;
Crumpled, withered, clueless where to start
She lies fallen, completely fallen apart.

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