Bonnie’s Pond

Imploding with one big bang
Folding in and falling down
Contained by invisible restraints
The distruction turns within
Years to build and fortify
and seconds to destroy
Peoples will crumbles
Leveled to the ground
Words, sentences, conversations
Made without speaking a sound
To try find something
Umung scattered emotions
Something to hold, a lesson
Worth learning anything
that makes this mess woth wile
Pulling down towers is never easy
Walls hide pain
secerates house fear
It all has to come down in the end
Standing alone rebuilding from scratch
The place and time for endings
is right before the beginings
the ability to stand while the
world falls down around you
is all anyone can ask for