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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2208890
A free-verse 30 line poem of a life reduced to rubble. My Word, 12/29/19.
Wrecking Ball

They tore it down with a wrecking ball.
It smacked
and shattered
all those memories
in one
fell swoop.
The impact resonated from eardrums
to heart,
while the dust rose in the air
to choke up my lungs
and tear up my eyes.

I wasn't crying. Honestly.

Just rubble left,
bits of brick and plaster,
split timbers
of a broken dream
that never came to fruition
before they stepped in and stopped it dead
with that swing,
that crash.

And now they'll level it,
removing by the bucket-load
the torn up splintered bits
of a life lost;
squashing any remaining fragments
beneath tracks and wheels
and soon there won't
be any sign
that it had ever stood
at all.

(30 lines)

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