Pedestal

 

You made a scratch at my surface

Those jabs used to cut so deep

A mediocre storm you'd start

That rain it used to bring a hurricane 

You'd hover over like a formidble tower

Now all I see are cracks on your self-made pedestal

 

You're only as powerful as I made you

I brought your world to life

But by the snap of my finger,

I demolish it unforgivingly 

This poem is about: 
Me

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