The walls, 
They fall. 
The minds, 
They crumble. 
The teeth, 
They shatter
On contact 
With your words. 
The skin suits, 
They wither. 
The single identity crisis,
They splinter.
Into a man’s
Multiple personalities.
The tears, 
They spill.
The spines, 
They chill, 
The hope,
They lost forever and 
A day ago.
And nothing is left
But the measly foundation;
Rotting and infested
With termites.

Cracking Foundation

How is it even possible
To wander so far
Get lost and tired
Only to find myself
Back where I was before?