when it all falls down

when you make

a bed they say

you’ll have to lay

in it

so I do.

I must stop wishing

for a room

with a view

when I built these

brick walls

without windows.

my comforts

& defenses

will eventually

fall.

and that bed will

crumble,

just like those walls,

into rubble

around me

& drown me

in the dust

of all the

choices

that I made