The walls crumbling,
Bits by bits.
If nothing is done,
It will only split.
Glued in the cracks,
As well as the empty parts.
Gave it everything it lacked,
Everything I had.
The glue put
everything in place.
Let the glue dry,
there's no need for haste.
As time passed,
The wall looked as good as new.
Standing tall and strong,
Grabbing attention wasn't an issue.
The dried up glue
can only drown in pain.
As all its efforts
were in vain.
There was no more need for the glue.
People turn and look away.
The spotlight is on the wall.
But it was the glue that had to pay.
YOU ARE READING
365 Days Of Poetry
PoetryJoin me in my one year adventure with poetry~ Also just a heads up, I've never written poetry before but I'll try. So grab your cookies, And pour warm milk in your cup as you watch the butterflies flutter by.
