He has devoted his life To laying walls Brick by brick Big walls and fancy ways Ornamented with oriental designs Opulence is a must It protects a sacred being Well, sacred to me But the wall comes tumbling down Every night when I think of you Everything crumbles down A flood of tears wash away the bricks That once protected my heart By sunrise, He's laying the same bricks again and again
This poem is devoid of any artistic qualities, as I wrote it in under 2 minutes. But I think it is relatable as it is true to me