Uncontrolled Demolition

a crumbling whisper

like words begun to be gurgled 

under water

there's an echo down the hall,

somewhere

you can chase it but

only hear 

the desperation of your shoes

to undemolish promise

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The lasting impact, the

The lasting impact, the magic, of this poem is the ingenious use of poignant, auditory clues to illustrate the experience of betrayal and loss. The sounds are mundane, identifiable, muted, yet devastating to the heart.

 

Truly amazing work!