The fall of Rome

I really don't like crying in front of people.

Head high,

I watch a kingdom crumble,

I want to hurt my self,

Scratch at my too delicate wrists in till they are rivers of red.

To punish myself for absurd weakness.

To cry is week.

The world looks at me as if I am week.

I will not let them see me as frail and breakable,

I am nobodies damsel in distress.

So,

I cry like Rome,

Head high,

No.

Clawing at my face.

No.

Loud sobs.

No.

Head lowered in defeat.

No.

Red eyes.

I will fall like Rome.

Author's Note

Thanks for taking the time to read this! What do you think of the format? Have a magical day!

Reviews

[SonOfPlunder]

Interesting the correlation between your emotional state and Rome. Why Rome in particular? It flows pretty well though, reading it out loud as i read it, it worked well

[citymouse]

Thank you! I used Rome because I've always associated it with hubris (witch is strange because it's a Greek concept.) and a fall from grace. Thank you for time. (sorry it took so long to reply) Have a lovely day!

[SonOfPlunder]

I understand that completely, the fall of Rome was momentous in every way. And you're welcome! Don't worry about the late response!