Crumbling

Beneath the weight of time and care,

The walls I've built begin to wear.

Once strong and tall, now cracked and weak,

A fortress crumbling, stone by streak.

Each day, a piece falls to the ground,

A silent collapse, without a sound.

The years have worn what once stood firm,

Now yielding to the quiet storm.

Fading dreams and broken trust.

What was, is now a distant echo,

A past that crumbles, slow and mellow.

But in the ruins, something stirs,

A whispered hope that still endures.