How much more can I take
From the weak, petty and jealous
Propping up their frail egos
By draining me
Of my peace
Of mind?
How will this end?
Their ego and character will sit unsteadily
On a dry faltering castle of sand
As my mind
Will become even more focused
And rid of the trivial,
Glowing like real solid gold
As the froth from the sliding ripples
Crawls
Towards an already
Shaky fort.
And the happiness
Drained from me
Was not enough
To save the castle
From crumbling
Back to the sea.
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