A brick house in front of me.
Walls jus tall enough to overpower the landscape.
I built this house, independently.
With the regrets I never had and the worry I'll never face.
It stands tall but weak. Maybe 5 to 6 feet?
There's no door, no windows. Just a slanted brick hole, in the crumbling walls.
I'll patch it up, for you. I'll remove it, for you. But once a wall starts to crumble, there's only so much give I can give to you before I fall. Maybe I've already fallen and I'm buried within the bricks. But, it's compact and airtight.
Surely nothing can escape now.

Brick, after brick I rebuilt the house,
But brick by brick you replace it.
I want to hide inside the house, but all my walls are down.
I can't rebuild them when there's no more bricks to hold onto.
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13/08/20