Crashing

I hear the walls crashing down around me as I sit and do nothing
Their explosive finales are constant reminders
Reminders of irreversible damage that has been cause by one slip of the tongue
or even on slip of a finger.
Causing a catastrophic domino effect that will only end when everything has
crashed to the ground.
The support of the walls were not as stable as I remembered
Nothing I can do now except let their songs ring through and through until I finally see the buried truth.

If I had enough strength on my own I would support these walls
I know that I do not so I don't even bother trying.
Since I cannot stop these walls from falling once the cycle has started,
I will just sit here in my dusty vast nothingness and wait for the light
that will guide me home