Bricks everywhere.
On top of my head,
my chest,
weighing me down,
sending me
six feet under
as even more begins
to crumble on top
of my soon to be
decaying corpse.
I have no doubt
they are from the walls
I built
around myself,
the ones that have
begun to crack and crumble,
only to cause
my destruction
even more.
They seem especially heavy
on my lungs,
shortening my breath
and slowing their will
to expand.
It's all too much
and here I am,
knees threatening to collapse.
How did I get here?
The walls
were supposed to
protect me
and now
they have broken,
only to become
the ash and dust
that will end it all.
I can't breathe.
I can't think.
I can't even lift
the weight away.
I'm stuck,
trapped,
on a deathbed
of my own doing.
