Dear Brick Wall,
Dear
Brick wall,
My only friend right now.
And it hurts.
To wipe my tears on the cement
And I scratch
My skin against the stone
Till it bleeds
And the blood makes me happy
And the blood gives me joy
It brings me closer to the goal
Step up to the endplate
homerun,
I could cry to you but I’ll shut up
Lock myself up one day
To block out all you might say
I love you brick wall
Against your sandpaper skin I lean
You’re harder and tougher and mean.
It’s what I need.
You don’t talk. I don’t listen.
Forget you! You Bastard. Brick wall. Perfect
Delerium.
Apple trees were all I see
When the “people” past
Unseen to sanity.
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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