Said much in days.
Silence wraps itself around me
As I lay brick after brick
With my bleeding hands
Listening for sounds of an end.
I am almost afraid to breathe too hard,
Might catch a sob
Smiled much in days.
There is a sullenness that goes
With dying slowly on a prolonged night
Balancing yourself on the joy pulsing in
A promised morn
Am I allowed to cry…?
Sacrifice after sacrifice
Learning the art of surrender?