Yearning for Silence

If I could,
I would break all of it away.

Yet, I find myself relentlessly deconstructing,
An active build..

That is very counterproductive.

And Quite Tedious.

I’m Constantly finding I have brought the wrong tools. 

That I am full of the wrong solutions. 

I am often unsure of the contents of these halls.. if they contain great riches or untold ruins.

For l was given no blueprints. 

These corridors have no rhyme or reason some days.

So I can understand why you get so lost, sometimes I do too. 

Other days I can tell you exactly how many steps before the trap door opens 
And the 
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         A
            L
               L
Comes

I struggle to decipher with only what was given searching for clues I fear I’ll never find.

Retracing steps like following the blood stains will eventually lead me to the source of the wound. 

I have patched many this way.

And unearthed many more.

I’ve walked past doors with broken hinges evidence that sometimes things are better left open and destroyed.

I have also caught glimpses of tombs I have not gained the courage to enter yet..

And still 
The thought Of deconstructing everything looms.

The nothing of no longer building or fixing.

Just… silence.

B-