I'm cursed to watch
The walls of the foundation
Crack and crumble and fall
The little pieces crashing around me
And I stand in the center
All alone
But in the distance I hear
The muffled cries of those most loved
Begging me, pleading with me
To fix the damage
But no glue, no tape, no amount of plaster
Is capable of repairing that which no longer is
So I fall to my knees and beg
For forgiveness for something I never did
And as everyone else searches for a new home
I am left with flecks of dust slipping between my fingers
Unable to move on, unable to breathe at the thought
Of forgetting the memories that made me who I am
So I remain a brick layer
Attempting to fix that which is incapable of being repaired
Even as I am told to move on
Because I recall being told it was all my fault
And believing it
With everything I had
Subject: Brick Layer - Poem ouo 
9/5/2013, 9:58 pm
