House Of Cards

Emotions in turmoil
at odds with myself
an impasse
which way do I go from here?
On the one hand, loneliness
On the other, damnation
so I sit here in the middle
going neither right nor left
I had built up my walls
made them strong and thick
sealed with blood and tears
and the inevitable pound of flesh
(ok, so it was only a few ounces)
bricks made of pain and horror
the stones of guilt and sorrow
all piled one atop the other
until the walls were so high
I couldn't see
beyond what was my reality
then along you came
and with one quick sweep of your hand
you have demolished
my house of cards