Tower

Nor thunder nor spike grasp power great enough to break the will of a man already broken.

TOWER 

I stand atop a tower, the clock is ticking down.

"When the time comes, you shall fall and lose all that you aspired for," 

was the lie they cried foul. 

Yet, my grip is firm and I laugh from above, 

for when the time comes, 

my heart shall shine, 

turning mine future bright. 

Betrayed by the angels which sung so fair, 

looked down upon by them, 

whom brought me there, 

yet still my grip is firm. 

When the dark clouds hover, 

lightning strikes, 

I shall hold on onto the tower, 

impaled by spikes, 

that my prediction affirm. 

I might be nothing, but my grip is firm.

Author's Note

yeet

Reviews

[Lydia Waldock]

I really enjoyed this, there is a sense of I wont give up even if everything around me is crashing down, Ill hold on to what ive got and try to keep going. I really enjoy your style of writing!!

[M. Lumiére]

Thanks! This is probably the weirdest'ly written piece I've made so far, not sure how to feel about it in retrospect. Your words make me feel a bit better about it though.