Bricks
A single flicker,
A single sign of hope,
The dim light,
It’s blinding his eyes.
As he scratches at the bricks,
Tries to tear them apart,
Till his fingers are left raw,
And the bricks remain unaltered.
Screaming from the top of his lungs,
His crippled hands still pry,
The bricks don’t budge.
The bricks stay strong.
He cannot breathe.
He cannot get out.
So he beats on the bricks,
He beats on the wall.
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