These walls around shut like a prison
Threatening as if to collapse
Through a slit all my suns have risen
Silence like death perhaps
Quite a contrast in colours for you
Life in reality sinks to the ground
When your roof shades darkest truths
And sky paints their world around
Pouring rain has just stopped singing
And looming clouds have all turned grey
I am drenched in endless thinking
Of a phobia overgrowing everyday
Brick laden walls built too tall
Without upright pillars are all meant to fall
From any direction you could be chosen to die
Any time could be your last good bye
Devil of death as free as could be
Strays just like an uncalled enemy
And every next second, either a gift of torture or evidence that I am still alive
Shrieking bricks cursed forever in an illness of time
If in possibilities i would pray
That next sun rises in living man's grave...
©bricanza..
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