Textures soft and gentle, others hard and coarse – Exposed
Exposed to forces they didn’t seek out, want, need – Oppressed
Exposed to uncontrollable elements – Unhinged
Those left behind have endured the unspeakable – Persevere
Face to face with the natural and unnatural – Threatened
Hallowed crevices forming like a protective layer – Hardened
Others were penetrated to their soft inner core – Broken
Sophisticated structures, made ruin with time – Perspective
Mortar warn down so deep, bricks appear floating – Animation
Years since they have been nurtured, cared for, loved – Sadness
Enough still stand to make out the stature of another time – Pride
Too much is missing to see the future, the path ahead – Fractured
A persistent spirit clings on with mortar of will – Fighting
Doors still hinged onto an unknown destiny – Clarity
Gripping onto the sunlight with one foot stuck in the past – Exposed
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