The buckle is broke
The holes in the belt are warped
The leather is stretched
The stitching is torn
Abused by a weight
It was not made to hold
Worn as a necklace
Despite the cost of its toll
Wedged beneath the latch
A chair bars the doorway
Facing the ceiling
Where a fan used to sway
But now it is gone
It lies upon the floor
Beaten by the strain
It couldn't take anymore
The plaster rained down
Pouring white in force
It spilled around him
Forming a line of chalk
So he lay where he fell
Groaning in agony
He thought it all would end
Then along came gravity.
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