Disclaimer: Nooooo...
Thisis a poem strangely related to quite-a-shame's What is Love? Raven thoughts. Randomosity aboundness and some minds think alike... You can decide if that's a good or bad thing.
-Crumbling-
Crumbling
Beneath my fingers
As I struggle to hold it together
But it's failing
And I can't stop it
Can't keep it from ending
Inevitably
The barrier
The wall
That's held me together
Is failing
And I suddenly wonder
Do I want to keep it up?