You will always be the broken
structure where I hide
in my hypocrisy.
Yes, I shall build my crypt
with your stone, and I
will be the mortar;
Stacking you high into the
shadows overhead;
holding you fast where I
deem is your home;
My mortar will hold you!
Indeed, it shall outlast your
stone;
Holding it's vague shape
in chalky, skeletal ruin while
men gaze, not knowing what
that shape could mean.
© Nathan A. Brock
Jul 18, 2021
Jul 18, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC
You will always be the broken
structure where I hide
in my hypocrisy.
Yes, I shall build my crypt
with your stone, and I
will be the mortar;
Stacking you high into the
shadows overhead;
holding you fast where I
deem is your home;
My mortar will hold you!
Indeed, it shall outlast your
stone;
Holding it's vague shape
in chalky, skeletal ruin while
men gaze, not knowing what
that shape could mean.
© Nathan A. Brock