My life is spent stacking bricks
Spreading mortar
Row by row
Piece by piece
Until I can no longer see the world beyond
The row turning to a wall
A wall turning into a cage
Rising past my eyes
Still not high enough to close me in but too high to turn back
Beyond my reach to begin to dismantle
So I continue to toil
Laying the last brick into my roof
Blocking the last star from shining on my face as I look to the night sky
Irreversible darkness descends
My heart is shut
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 7:13 PM UTC
My life is spent stacking bricks
Spreading mortar
Row by row
Piece by piece
Until I can no longer see the world beyond
The row turning to a wall
A wall turning into a cage
Rising past my eyes
Still not high enough to close me in but too high to turn back
Beyond my reach to begin to dismantle
So I continue to toil
Laying the last brick into my roof
Blocking the last star from shining on my face as I look to the night sky
Irreversible darkness descends
My heart is shut