Stacks of bricks

I add a brick to every tear I drop

Barbed wire it for every drip of blood

Layer after layer after layer

I stack em

The drippings can't seem to stop

It's the only way I know how

As if it's the only thing I'm programmed to do.

I fear of something

Paranoid to every moving thing that comes to peek what's behind these walls

So I stack em

A wall the Ancient Chinese would look in amazement

Even the moon would trace it around me

Just get lost by the walls I built. Each brick a tribute of those people, now it's built like a maze.

The one thing that stands out though,

Despite the magnitude

Is a door.

The only single door

It's not even locked

It just needed to be found