Into Nothingness

My walls are crashing down.
The pressure is meant to keep them up
but it just brings them down.

They used to be made of steel.
Now it seems straw is all there is.

“Build them back up”
They tell me.

I’m too scared to ask the question,
the question that is my response.
“What if I’m not strong enough?”

I sit and watch.
Watch my own walls
come down.

I do nothing.
I watch them come down
until there is nothing left.

There is nothing left.