Skyscraper

I'm trying out something new today I'm writing some descriptive poems.

I built up my skyscraper for all my life it was all I had it was my soul and you just come and tear it down like it was nothing I am starting all over now I have nothing not a soul not a possession just the hope that I will make a new skyscraper bigger and better then the first and bulletproof it will not shatter from a single blow but does it really matter? My skyscraper is shattered how will I afford to build up a new one knowing in my heart someone else will just come along and break it down?