Torture

A poem about life's fragility and impermanence...and nothing else...

Crumbling, crashing, calling, yet the
Ocean feels no drop.
Crashing waves just wash away the
Kingdom and its crop.

Any stone left standing
Near, it falls and tumbles
Down.

Bones and flesh just won’t last long if
All the stones around did fall.
Left alone at cliffside tall, it feels
Like torture,