WITHIN LIFE

Shackled to a wall of sorrow
Where each brick weighs a ton

Memory is my chain
That I crafted
To keep myself
In a constant reality check

I can’t remember what I did with the key
(Which is ironic)

The bricks make a marvelous mosaic mural
The patterns they project play my life’s story
In slow-(e)motion

Entombed by these walls
My bones litter the Crypt of Sorrow

Built with the bricks of my life

Death within Life