Two bricks in a Wall.

Poem - ATC

The bricks all stuck together,
They made a big red wall
Glued by cement they
couldn't move their positions at all.

One brick said to it's neighbor
"I hate that I'm placed next to you".
The other brick said nothing,
The feeling was mutual.

Years went by the bricks still side by side
"I'm never going to get you out of my life!"
The other brick said nothing,
Always quiet always thinking of ways
to break loose and be free.

A few more years went on and finally
the brick managed it and pushed himself
out from the wall,
"Wait I love you!" The neighbour brick said,
"I love you too.." He admitted before the fall.

She watched him lying on the floor,
in rubbled, broken pieces
whole never more,
Was it her fault?

Reviews

[EBquiet]

Super thought, Ally! We have seen all to often the silent partner in a relationship destroying it by their quietness. Communication is a big factor and key to staying together. Silence is dissolving the glue that bonds them together. Love the message here! Sounds like a great love story to me.

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Thanks so much

[Kreative Kana]

'sob, sob'. :( Sometimes we only realize we love someone when we're losing them.

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Thanks a lot for reading

[Kreative Kana]

Oh, I forgot to mention, I really really like this poem a lot!

[Olivia]

You are a brilliant write
Always enjoy reading your work I am always fascinated too

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

thank you olivia :) that really means a lot

[andrew mitchell]

Alley this is a brilliant write which was so cleverly written and well composed with two emotions fighting it out so to speak. for me the best I have read of yours as a personal favourite

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Thank you Andrew that means a lot!

[andrew mitchell]

its all mine bricks and all in my library

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

Love can be so hot and so cold. And hate and love can converge and become one sometimes too. Only when we are about to lose the love of our life to we realize we love them. Otherwise we just exist together in unhealthy attachments. But true love is different...

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Very sweet Nadia thanks

[ANTO]

I love how 'off the wall' this poem is Ally. (sorry)
Love and hate are such strong feelings that an attachment is inevitable. Some say its Stockholm syndrome but I think its because the love and hate energy is one in the same, but as it exits our being, we attach our own feelings to them and that converts them to one or the other. Like adding food colouring to water. The water is the same water.
I loved the way you told this story and made the reader gasp when the bricks shouted to one another just before the smash. Moving and relatable. :)

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Thank you Anto /i really appreciate that

[ANTO]

It was my pleasure Ally. i loved this. It was so creative. :))

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting tale. Sometime we learn too late.
"Wait I love you!" The neighbour brick said,
"I love you too.." He admitted before the fall."
I like the question at the end. Always good to leave the story with a open ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Alexander D]

I've been thinking about this poem, trying to determine what to write about it.

Well, I think the 'Another Brick In The Wall' tribute receives well, especially as it's one of my favourite songs. Go figure.

The two bricks live together for a long time, and it seems they rarely have anything to say to one-another, but they're two bricks in a wall, if one goes, the wall is broken, no longer whole.
I think that in some way, this could also be related to denying a part of yourself, but you realise that once it's gone, it's gone for good, no matter how much you try to get it back. Sure, a builder may come along and put another brick in, but it won't be the same brick, just a cheap substitute, not made of the quality material as the first.
I would perhaps compare it to writing and drawing. They can exist without each other, but when they come together, I like to think that they make something greater than what they are alone.

Perhaps I'm over thinking it.

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

You can never over-think Art, thank you for such an in-depth review :)

[One Lost Anti-Hero]

I love that feeling that no matter how much you don't like someone, but you can't replace them either. Sometimes I wish that objects could speak and tell us their story. Great read.

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Thank you Tony I really appreciate that :)

[AaronFreitas]

Isn't that the way life works... we get tired of people we have around us, angry and ready to live without them. Yet, the second we lose them we realize how much they meant. Good work in this piece :)

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Thank you Aaron :)