While Inside

I stand erect and dare the walls
Around and within
To endure the might of my curses
And be subject to the most depraved thoughts
That I harbour

These walls of noble birth
Must and need to crumble soon
I am scraping at the bottom
Of my well of wrath

Blood is not mortar
Bones are not bricks
My biggest fear:

I’ll be entombed within
My success

And yours

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