Bricks

By kate emily

Fri, 14 Sep 2012
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Behind the wallpaper
the red bricks of my room
are itching,

they've been keeping me
awake at night, grinding
at their cement.

I can't sleep,
incase they fall
on me and I can't
get out.

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on
Like this a lot Kate. Great imagination. Maybe that's what's keeping me awake too.

Parson Thru