Mortar and Brick

Mortar and brick

 

Is it his will she fights, or an ideal?
Afraid to let go of perceived reality,
terrified she is a lie
Her precious self talk her only demise
walking deeper into the inevitable downward spiral
of self hate and disappointment.

 

Is it his will she fights, or the fear?
Scars healing, memories of pain
mortar and brick keeping everything out.
Leaving her empty and alone, she cries
having not seen them building up again
realizing now why, why they come back

 

Is it his will she fights, or her own?
The childish game that tempts self pity
wallowing in the excuses of solitude
Why, why is it?  The answer is somewhere
Laying dark in those empty dungeons of
Mortar and brick.
 

Author's Note

Earlier attempt at creativity, looking for constructive critiques. Any comments welcomed. I'm a novice.

Reviews

[darkgurl]

I really like this write, touching and emotional, like this and very well written.

[Lena M. P.]

Very well written. The endless cycle of neglect for self, the tying oneself to a destructive relationship. Walling oneself into a self destructive mode. This line "terrified she is a lie" - did you miss a word here? Like maybe she is of a lie? Not sure.