Waves of Bricks [A Poem]

There’s a brick wall around me, not just from staring; but from trying to understand me. 

I would breakout if I knew where I was, or I had a heading. 

As the waves rollover I’m all at sea.

Lost in infinity. Found in a whirlpool of my own making.

I see ships sail past- also at sea, with no one at home; even when we can’t leave our homes.

The ship gets caught in the whirlpool of my own making.

I try and heave to. I get slung from midship to aft.

As if I was back in the past. 

My Port becomes a hole and my Starboard becomes a pane. 

As my ship colliding it’s way through the seven seas, is now my home.

From now what feels like infinity.

by AGecko (The Autistic Gecko)

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Published by The Autistic Gecko

I am a blogger and podcaster who is on the Autistic Spectrum. I talk about Autism, Mental Health issues and anything that I think deserve a voice.

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