Poem -

One Of The Many Bricks

One Of The Many Bricks

Emotions...

Mixing up madness mortar

Connecting every brick

To the main vein,

Foundations first finished 

Then carefully placed layers...

Upon layers, 

I fear 

I'm not myself 

And I'm afraid 

That I am

So as long 

As I,

Solidified 

In this sturdy wall

Knowing place

Blending 

To the surroundings.

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Tony Taylor

Hey D!!........been thinking of you lately......... hope all is well brother............I can see how depression might rock the foundation of a man's belief system..........I think you conveyed it well here......... the pic helped too.........." I'm not myself.." are most certainly words at the heart of such a self debate............. well delivered my friend............ need me....... anytime......... you have my number.......... your friend and admirer............T xo

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Devon La Porte

I appreciate that T and the comment brother, I hope all is well with you man, thanks and Peace.

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Bradford

Hey Devon I have filled like another brick in the wall for sure . No hope just wanting a release that never came . Feel my hug .hope all is well with you .dig the write .hugs and love rock

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Devon La Porte

Thanks Rock. Thought this would pay a nice tribute to the wall, that we all put up from time to time and hopefully it's torn down soon. I appreciate that hug, much love to you.

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