Brick After Brick

Brick after Brick Imported and plastered with paste made from tasteless waste; words of scorn Day after sun-baked day dried and hardened, trusted to hold this tower of insecurities; behind the wall, that you have built A strong foundation; certain to withstand the brick's weight of prided mistrust and others which you hold strong to No planned windows, designs of doors... safe and secure from those that may seek entrance of such a guarded place Even the unexpected crispness of the cool evening breeze is left to wail outside persuading fresh air be allowed in An unseen force, guided by the subconscious; so subtle, yet determined knocks loose a precious brick secured within its boundary of fear Squinting, as the blinding sun creeps in and takes over the dark places that hide you from life Brick after Brick Building you up tearing down your once precious wall