I was never skilled at building
But I had bricks of love and care
I laid them one upon another
Tried so hard to build it strong
It withstood tempests, violent
And rage of deadly quakes
I thought we all made it solid enough
Poor heart! It didn’t have an inkling
That a single blow could break down
What years took to build
That ties of friendship
could ever become a burden
That memories can turn to be
Doorway to intense torment
I look at the fallen bricks,
Of love and affection
Debased and dishonoured, the bricks
Affected with mosses, look at me
The building is no more
Nor the emotions, so pure
Ruins adorn each one’s mind
The strings have broken
Despite all my efforts
Pretension has become our defence mechanism
Haunted by the times so good
Each memory perishes never to return
Hey there, how are you all doing?
I had written this poem a few months ago, out of sadness when I was having trouble with my friends which led to a broken friendship with a three of my friends.
Don’t you think, at times, we should let things go and move on?
Thank you for reading 😊
If you want to share any suggestion, opinion or feelings with me, please feel free to do so in the comment section.
©Tryst with Mind-06/07/2019