I'll crumble and I'll fall,
I'll be torn down
before my time is up.
The date is set,
they'll be plowing me down soon.
Break up my foundation
and scrap away the ruins.
Making something new
from teh old,
they'll replace me
and all I ever was
for soemthing that's better.
Tear up the floorboards
and haul them away,
burn the evidence
and scatter the ashes.
Make it be like
there was never
anything there at all.
Make me disappear.
You can't stand here anymore,
you can't lean against this wall.
I can't support you anymore.
Soon,
I won't even support myself.
Crumbling awa,
the edges are pushing out
and bending away.
The date it set,
and I'm going to fall down.
April-11th-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem