The Destroyer

by IdTakeABulletForYou   Jul 18, 2018


I spent each waking moment building something I could love
but when I finished I could see that what I built was not enough.
Upon that revelation, I poured all that I could give
into a life that I could pride myself in saying that I lived.

Much to my chagrin, I just could not be satisfied.
Every time that I was "happy" was another time I lied.
I spent my every penny on this life of misery
and then I looked into my eyes and I could see it wasn't me.

I build, and build, and build, and while I build I break apart
until the person who is building's not the same as at the start.
I hate this wretched building, every brick I laid by hand,
and how I ever thought this would work out I'll never understand.

I learn I'm the destroyer, though I never would admit,
for each building that I create I end up smashing into bits.
It took me years to figure out I was at war, within my head,
between the builder and destroyer,

though the former, now, is dead.

-IdTakeABulletForYou

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  • 4 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A wonderful, insightful and emotional piece... I think we all build and destroy at different points in our lives. I'm glad its nominated or I would have done. Hope you are well. Milly x

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