Why are you taking down all my bricks,
don’t you see they have to stick?
How are you taking down all my bricks,
don’t you see I made them thick?
What are you doing with all my bricks?
Are you a jester, is this a trick?
What are you building with all my bricks?
How did you surround us so very quick?
What have you done to my glorious bricks,
this will take a lifetime to fix!
What are you doing inside of my bricks?
How did you get in so very quick?
A fault in my wall, I never want to fix.
Karen Hayward ©2016
You know, i’ll keep you at arms length,
I will use all my strength,
I’ll push away the thoughts,
Into pockets of sorts,
And rearrange them back into words.
That make sense.
i’ll build a tall fence,
Taller then before,
without a door,
Just endless floor.
I want to text ‘Hi.’,
but every time I try,
‘How are you?’
Your responses are poo.
It’s always the same,
the words are so lame.
An incomplete truth
it’s like a comedy spoof.
we both are the same,
in this foreign game,
A well thought out line,
that we can shield behind.