Sometimes I feel like a Jenga tower
Built strong and high
As everyone takes their turn taking a piece out of me
Eventually, gravity does its work
And I collapse
Then it becomes someone’s job to build me back up
Just for the pieces to be taken again
Or until they become tired and my little game is over
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like a Jenga tower
Built strong and high
As everyone takes their turn taking a piece out of me
Eventually, gravity does its work
And I collapse
Then it becomes someone’s job to build me back up
Just for the pieces to be taken again
Or until they become tired and my little game is over
Lost poem from 2020, I quite like this one.
