Mortar made invisible,
truth which lay behind,
hid the dusty fretting;
camouflaged and lied.

Bricks of years beholden,
holding on as yet,
driven to impermanence;
damp and frayed regrets.

When the mask is broken,
so then is revealed,
damp and rotting structure;
now no longer sealed.

Broken paste of memory,
bares the soul at last,
structure now is breathing;
substance so long cast.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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