Crack, crack, crack

Crack, crack, crack,
goes the sound of the broken,
breaking down.
In the silence of the truth
When looking up
Gave me ground
For knees to buckle
And fists clenched,
white knuckled-
Could flail and and shake
and finally open
Only to find
they had been holding to nothing.

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