76 Blues With A Bottle Called Life. Poem by D.A. Woods

Built up
Knocked down.
Built up
Knocked down.
Built up
Knocked down.
Built back up with no foundations.

Here comes a life crane with it's wrecking ball.
Ive waited an eternity, but I smile as it's arrived.
Hit me.

'Where is this crumbling wall you need brought down? ' asked the driver.
'It is right here in front of you can't you see? '
I proclaimed with content.
'But all I see is you and you don't look ready? '

'That's ok, looks and words deceive' I'm sure I'm not the only wall you have breached through! '

My foundations are gone and I need to be built back from a new brick.
Each and everyold crumbling stone holding this frail structure is a failing memory.

I placed his hand on left of my chest.
'I can see now' came his reply.
'Ahhh, a life's wall.
I can see where you started in life and placed your last brick on your corrosive build
- I'll start her up'

‘Swing that ball at my feet, I shall soon collapse to dust and start my new build out of this wretched pastures of pain where the cement are nothing but lies that holds it together.'
My own lies.

To fool my sacred heart that no one sees,
I survived by only words, condemned words.
Words of love and words of hate have for the last time have been silenced.

Here it comes.

'Who here can hear this blind, sorrowful heart cry now? '

Swing that ball with great furious anger and let the wrath be my own and make sure you stay clear of my new bricks.
The wind is howling and will carry the dust with it.

I built this wall and now it's time.

'Yes I am ready...
hit away'

If you are already in pain you can't feel it twice.
Only if you hurt can you stop the pain before it worsens.
There is nothing to stop anymore, I've came undone, I'm an empty book that's bounded in faux leather.
Too late to fix this wall and may the Lord help me resurrect a new one.

'Are you ready? '

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