Slowly it collapses I watch it in my mind My feelings crumble quickly Yet slower all the time I watch it happen slowly Every detail crisp and clear So slowly it collapses The worst of all my fears I see it in your face The sadness in your eyes A catastrophe in the making An event with much reprise I shed a tear for no one else My sadness I share with you I want to clear the ruble away But that we'll never do I feel as if I am a mite Fighting 'gainst the world I wish I had been stronger For such a pretty girl
4/11/03 10:25 AM
Inspiration came for this poem, and I just started writing. The last stanza had a period change right before it, read the journal entry (friday) to get the story.
They, and by they I mean Allison, say that handwriting is more personal. So I have included a scanned image of the original work.