I am a sidewalk that cannot handle another footstep; <br />A bone that is too weak to be broken <br />because it halted growth and from motion is kept. <br />And I'm the game machine spitting out tokens. <br /> <br />The ocean floor is delightful <br />in comparison to the covering upon my heart. <br />Slowly, it bends to pressure, refusing my pull! <br />I wait for you to disappoint me before you start. <br /> <br />The idea of stopping my own darkness <br />mocks reality and propels hope into despondency. <br />It's a mask on my face when I wish to wear it like a crest. <br />I mean to tell the truth, and end up peddling destiny.<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sidewalk/
