I made a House of cards,
Storeys going up to infinity.
Clouds were too small to be seen,
And was god to this world.
Each card put down with a whip of breath,
And when the heart skipped a beat.
I didn't know something,
Which intrigued me too deep.
I rushed down from the top,
Reached the ground.
After a long time,
I saw my House of cards standing tall.
Beautiful and Glorious.
I could see till where the sky ended,
But it didn't.
Saw My House Of cards from the earth,
When my eye caught a glimpse of something.
My first card ever placed, An Ace.
It doesn't even matter, the first card,
It has a crack on it!
It was going to fall down.
All of it.
Oh not soon after,
did I see it all coming down.
Down to earth,
Down to me,
to taste the smell of water,
Coming down to the ground with,
a dark blue downpour.
I stood there, on my first card.
Wet and damp,
Until it dawned on me that...
My House of Cards was just any other thing,
which was built with love to see it being broken.
And to see it ending.
This poem is about how all of it ends.
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