The Brick-mason

 

 

The mason

Mounts a mile high

Mark of isolation, laying each lie one by one

By one by one, brick by brick he closes in what Is not meant to be seen

Is the world even waiting or willing for this unveiling, cement lined secrets that

Seal off her eyes (Her lies), kept away from the honesty of the blue skies as she dies a little more with each

Stone

Reviews

[Constance]

Wow. What a potent metaphor, and I can remember feeling those bricks piling up on me, what seems like decades ago, but really isn't so distant.
This is an amazing short, and the mind creates a much longer piece of thought after you are finished reading. Stupendous.