The inevitable fall

Silence echo's in the dark

Picking at dead words

igniting them, they spark

and fizzle into dust.

Unsteady on my feet,

I can not run,

but will not admit defeat,

You are a burning weight in my heart,

concrete.

Hell. This room is far too small for

all this heat.

I retreat.

Back behind the wall,

I curl myself up very small,

cover my eyes so I cant see

the reality of it all...

the crumbling tower,

the inevitable fall.