On the Verge of Its Own Extinction

One brick falls
and the wall teeters
on the verge
of its own extinction.
Nobody looks the other way
and I can't believe it
when they stare like that.
Lost in their own hope
like a virgin in the nuptial chamber,
hell bent on their own destruction.
Nobody looks the other way
but they didn't see 
it was my hand
that pushed the red rock.
They see my tears now
and think I cry at the loss,
but not me.
I'll cry 'till this blood colored wall
no longer stands here 
in my right of way.