Brick Walls

colacalippo

i can't escape these walls built of brick,

enclosing me, surrounding me

 

half a dozen speckles of light emerge from tiny holes in the stone

 

i run my hand down the terracotta wall,

bumpy, like prickles the soles of my feet once collected, 

as i dashed through the meadow

filled with sharp blades of grass

 

oh how naive of me

 

every time i crack, break, demolish the brick,

there's another wall waiting for me, patiently, on the other side

 

however, it is comforting, even reassuring,

if there was no wall after the next, 

i'd fear i would float away 

 

- 06.03.19 

  • Author: maddi h (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 26th, 2019 06:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: i wrote this while i was on an art trip at an old rustic town, which was very inspirational !
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 6


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