brick by brick

so many things
so many things id like to say.
so many words
so many words that seem to fail.
those that cannot express
get left behind.
regret.
but not repentance.
guilt.
but not repentance.
those are the devil's feelings.
and im not going to take them on.
such words
such words you speak,
preach
teach.
how do you know
how do you know that youre children can hear you?
did you know
did you know im hard of hearing?
excuse me,
i said, excuse me, can you speak up?
i cant hear you over the world.
if they could just settle down,
calm down.
deep breath.
everything would be alright.
but everyone is screaming.
yelling.
hate rolls off their tongues like words.
those words
those words you said were pretty cool.
they made me think.
conviction.
but was it strong enough to make it stop?
i dont think so
i dont think so many people understood quite what you meant
when you said you wouldnt bring us out here to drown.
so why am i six feet under and upside down?
barely surviving
barely surviving has become my purpose
cause im so used to living underneath the surface.
if i could just see you,
everything would be alright.
all right.
enough is enough.
lets kick these cliches out
and make some progress.
the same progress
that you destroyed.
like a city
like a city whose walls are broken down
every brick, fallen
every solider, fallen.
every being, humbled.
humility.
the true breaking.
how that city fell,
straight in the heart,
right in the back.
defeated.
fallen.
broken.
all the kings
all the kings horses and all the kings men,
couldnt put him back together again.
back together.
like a fallen city,
should also be the reconstruction of a character.
brick by brick.