Yesterday’s prompt: Write a ‘falling apart’ poem.
Suffer in Silence
They pull his self-esteem apart,
Snatching each soggy scrap
Like remains of a papier-mâché house,
He lets them pick piece-by-piece
Slowly as he simmers in silence,
Allowing so many slurs and untruths
To be spoken out against him,
And so this crumbling of character continues
Until the day then inevitably comes
That all patience and pretence surely shatters.
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