Bricks Poem by Dan Brown

Brick
by brick
you built,
so quick,
this thing
to keep
me out.
Conceived
with every
tip and
trick, with
spite and
lies as grout.
Not just a
wall, for it
has sides -
too many of
which to
count. All I
know is that
every one is
impossible
to surmount.
I’ve tried my
all to tunnel
through with
words and
dynamite - a
tragic shame
that you rebuild
quicker than
I can write.
I hope you
remember, when
this note is all
you’ve got, that
you are the boy who
blocked his own shot.