The Blue Print Poem by Fallen Pixie

As I watch the world go round,
I feel mine fall down around me.
I begin to access the damage.
My walls of trust have crumpled.
The streets of emotions have all
but washed away.
My buildings of sheltered feelings
lay in big heaps on the ground.
I realize my whole world
is nothing but ruins now.
Slowly I begin to make a new
blue print that hopefully
will be able to withstand more.
As I start re piecing my world
together page by page, a new
construction worker comes along.
They tell me sweetly o’ you can trust me.
I will re build your new world
that will be indestructible.
And of course I believe them.
I am like putty in there hands.
So I hand over what I already have done.
I become tense as I wait.
As I wait I wonder will they really
be my new construction worker,
or will they be just another demolisher.