Locks slide home

and the walls they grow

Brick by brick

and the break is slow

I am shortened

Caught in distortion

i'm falling

 

Wind blows through

and I catch my breath

Thoughts fleet by of

a floating death.

I am choking

Drowning in tears

i 'm folding

 

Locks released

and the bricks they drop

Thoughts now calmed

the tears can stop.

But they're flowing

silent and fast

i'm still folding