Title: brick
by kat from Surrey | in writing, poetry, confessional
Wall. Higher then can
anyone can see, that's how
you feel, right? Standing
strong. Unstoppable. Queen
of the world. Arrogant. You
really did it this time.
Builder. Brought you all,
let you in. Ended. Work
of art? Must be proud?
More like anticipation.
Just you wait Brick!
Wait 'til the bulldozer comes.
Crash! Brick, you are tumbling,
All your friends crashing around
you. Builder said it would
never last. You pretended it would.
Builder gave you strength. Gave you all.
Brick. You're being thrown
back in her face.. The builder...
she made you. The others
knew it would fail. Just
couldn't see it at the time.
Acting like a tree, growing tall with water.
Brick. Didn't i mention, this wall has no...
Mortar
this poem is a poem resembling the feelings of a friend who you felt used you to meet other people. it is an autobiographical statement, which was written when i felt as if my world had crashed down on me yet again.
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