Kids with Blocks


The wooden chips of broken homes
impale the hearts of young souls.

Eyes filled with gold
stolen and turned to stone
they break like the bricks
they try to fix.

But they are just kids
with years skipped
by the force of hands
that grip to tight,
or not tight enough.
They fast-forward their carefree
and give them something to worry.

Such a tragedy
kids with blocks
building houses
in fear of the wolf
who lounges
next to their window sill
ready to blow down their will;
To live in walls
without the talk
that those they love will fall.

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