7/23/10

The Fall of My Tower
By Zack Connors


When it rains, it pours.
she told me she loves me
and I said I didn’t care.
I had found someone else
someone more
compatible.

Now that someone is running away
my happiness snatched
jealous and greedy eyes
seeing in me all that they do not have
instead of being happy
instead of looking at themselves
instead of lifting themselves.

They hate and languish and mutter
and their curses wear down the tower
I have worked so long to build.

In the end
I am at the bottom again.
I am lost in the muck, the mud
trying to build a new tower
while even the radio conspires against me.


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