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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.

11/15/2002

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! pe4ce...

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