The pieces are crumbling
Breaking away
Like clay
From the solid form that once surrounded me
Defined me
Was all that I knew
That was built upon you
But now
It’s powder
Just dust
Fistfuls of dirt
On the winds of my changing fortunes
Sand clouds in the desert
I woke in
When the rumbling stopped
When the crashing ceased
When the path that I walked left me weak and diseased
And as the ringing in my ears dulls to a scream
All I can think
Is why,
Why does this keep happening?
Where is the man for whom I can build a castle
A temple
And a throne?
Maybe he’s been
Nothing but a dream
All along.