Pile of Bricks
Brick after brick
I've pictured myself breaking
Over my head
Each blow I'm taking
Breaking me steadily
I want to shout
But rarely a thing
comes out...
I punch the brick wall
It does nothing
So I just fall
Into a session
A session of depression
Tending bloodied knuckles
I continue with life
Life is a chore
What am I still here for?
All while
Imagining more bricks
They win
They consume me
Every day
Breaking me more
Until once
When I die
Heaven or hell?
God decides...
Copyright © Sarah Williams | Year Posted 2016
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