Bricks And Sand


Bricks in my pockets
Sand in my shoes
Blisters on my hands
Fingers worn and bleeding

Ice in my heart
Restless darkness the ruin of my soul

Downtrodden
Bitter

Fine thread of life
Ready to unravel

Weighed down
Overloaded

Bricks are my walls
Sand is my fate

Hidden away

Covered inside my own self dug grave…

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