Barricade
I built my shrine ...
My brittle heart, sheltered to hide
Choked so often by trust's entangled vine
Strong stones, placed side-by-side ...
I raised each wall sound and tall for my castle keep
The parapets high, the foundations sure and deep
Yet ... it all crumbled to a heap ...
With but a single soft press of your lips ... to mine.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 1, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
* This is a form called Crumbling Rhyme, created by the sponsor *
(Syllables = 4, 8, 10, 6, 12, 12, 8, 12, counted at HowManySyllables.com)
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