Brick by brick and stone by stone
my soft clay matter is grey.
Around my brain’s home, a fence ~
today you cannot break in.

Your face I can’t remember
as December’s cold and bleak.
Once love burned, like hot embers ~
dismembered, I’m weak and frail.

My iron blood, slag from steel
aggregated thoughts I have.
An unheated kiln, my mind’s
memories decimated.

Stone by stone and brick by brick
My Great Wall is now crumbling.

Day 24: NaPoWriMo Prompt: A Masonry Poem