Layers 1



Peeling away layers of time, memory;

Encrusted in cement, paint and pain, loss;

Shrouded in dirt, sand and sea sprayed rust, to

Reveal truths hidden in lighter shades.

Expose brick laid by callused and dark hands,

Whose pain is overshadowed by legacy.

History beaten by wind, whipped by rain, torture,

While pulsing scars beat through brick and mortar,

Showing hints of long buried memories.

Sparking a battle to preserve the shroud, while

Hurricane winds supply much needed oxygen,

Break from restoring the yellow prison.

Let us watch the free flowing winds and breaking waves

And remove these masquerade masks for good



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