Bricks
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