The strong crumbles
by Rommel Cruz
I'm not as strong
As my clothes suggest
As the harsh words that I speak
As I'd like you to think.
At night, alone in my dark empty room
I cry for past mistakes
For heart-wrenching hardships
And my decaying friendships.
I crumble down to my knees
Backed helplessly against the icy wall
Searching, hoping to break my fall
Praying for strength to save my shattered soul.
Posted on 11/15/2002
Copyright © 2020 Rommel Cruz
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/15/02 at 07:54 AM|
Yeah that's what we do alright. Pretend to be okay, holding up seemingly strong to fall apart when we're alone. Well written!!
|Posted by Matt Forget on 11/16/02 at 05:34 AM|
Oh how I can relate to this one. Nice job well done on this. :)
|Posted by Quinn Vokes on 11/16/02 at 01:53 PM|
I agree with Anne. It's definitely when we're alone that our true selves come out and we can't help but break down and cry. Well done*
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/13/02 at 06:12 AM|
In an earlier life, would have found myself easily relating to this, Rommel. Well stated!
|Posted by JD Clay on 06/08/05 at 12:41 PM|
A vulnerable feel to a disparaging poem. Sometimes the end reveals a new beginning, eh!