Bricks

Sun, 07/30/2017 - 21:41 -- 0Eva02

Every brick is different 

each has a name

responibility is heavy 

not as heavy as insecurity

not a heavy as standards 

each brick stacks up

slowly

yet not slow at all

each brick yells 

screems in my face

in not too long

i'll have a wall 

a wall made of bricks

is seperates me from the clouds

the coulds have olny one name

life

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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