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Friday, 12 October 2012

Bricks


With every word released
Another brick
Each sentence builds the wall
You hide behind
Concrete wall of words
Your hiding place
And in that tower of stone
Becoming blind

With every word you speak
Another brick
The rhythm of your words
A mechanism
We see you standing there
No need to shout
We’ve answered you before
We could not reach you

© Fergus Martin
2012