It starts slowly.
One piece falls off first,
It falls to the ground and shatters unnoticed.
Then another, and another, and another.
Until one falls on your head as you walk by.
You look up to see an ageing, ill maintained building,
Crumbling, creaking, crooked, crying.
As you walk by everyday,
Curiously looking up at the decaying structure,
You see it unraveling,
Inch by inch, bit by bit, crack by crack.
Yet, you tell no one.
"Surely someone knows," you think,
"Surely someone knows," another one passing by thinks,
"Surely someone knows," says another one to himself.
"Surely someone knows," says the demon.
It collapsed last night.
As you were passing by in the morning,
As you casually stepped over the rubble,
Thinking, "Surely someone could have done something."
(Thank you for attending my random slam poetry session)
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