Walls

The walls around me are falling and I'm fighting to keep them up. It's an invasion. My provisions aren't ready, I'm not ready. I've dedicated so much of my life to building these walls that keep the outside, out. I don't have soldiers yet, this wall is all I have. It's my only protector. But it's beginning to break into a million pieces. The depletion of my walls will allow the enemy to take me down. Then I wonder what they can they possibly do. With my walls gone, I have nothing. These walls are all I have.