My Castle

All my life I've built a castle of blocks,

But pushed time after time,

It has come crashing to the floor,

By a child who is (I'm told) less fortunate than I.

So I rebuild, rebuild, rebuild my castle walls,

Tonight I rebuild with tears in my eyes,

The towers of my castle in which I dream to reside,

The towers which, by your hand, are again destined to fall.

Mental Blocks

I try to prevent the stack of blocks

                                         That

                                 tower

                            high

                           in

                       my

              stomach

         from

   toppling

over

By sipping too-hot tea

(It burns my tongue)

To act as glue

Though I know it won't bind

And I can't

I can't

I can't speak

I try anyway.

Sharp short breaths

As the blocks begin to fall

Prevent words from being spoken

Make my hands clammy

Embarrass me

Because the architecture of my mind

Was off again

(Not quite up to standards)

Like it always has been.