Don't You Fall

A selfish fog provides the wall,

Supports the weight,

And curbs the fall.

 

Until the sun, its rays of heat,

They separate,

The grains of wheat.

 

That ebb and flow and rise and fall,

With torrid breeze,

And teeth that gnaw.

 

Be careful, don’t disturb the maze,

The placement of,

The bricks you’ve laid.

 

To heat the mortar, sticky bricks,

Will melt away,

Your perfect fix.

 

And just beyond the wall of strength,

Is quicksand spanning,

Untold length.

 

A featherweight turned ironclad,

Chained emotions,

Lost and sad.

 

All despair at bottom lie,

With ropes that fail,

To hoist and pry.

 

And there you lose your claw and fist,

Your chance to gain,

The life you’ve missed.

 

So build your bricks but proud and strong,

Resist the urge,

To peek for long.

 

You know what’s there, so leave it be,

Mortality,

Protect your key.

 

Please live on inside your wall,

Safe and guarded,

Don’t you fall.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Eloha]

I get or become very excited when I see the word "wheat" in a poem, I blame Neruda. Thank you for this write. The first half was slightly better.

[mariah]

wow, this is very well written and it has amazing flow. nicely done! :P
-Mariah

[Michael X]

wow, reflections from the meaning of the subconscious and anxiety that
overshadows the intent, artistic and meaningful flow, pure depth, excellent

[Whiskurz]

A perfect message with great rhyme and flow......Bravo my friend......Whisk