What You Built Poem by Christos R. Tsiailis

Walking between narrow and wide
a life of thoughts about life
brick on your left, wet cement on your right
the path is love the path is pain

branding limits of your love life
with names of your ex’s on your skin
the tattoo-man has seen you so many times
he would know what the next name would be

crawling hands on your thighs,
sometimes narrow sometimes wide
this brick here doesn’t have a name
perhaps you would like it to be blank

and it went so high, the brick fence
brownish red boundaries to mark the line
what you built is a fortress
what you built is a friend
-do you know what they say about walls-
-do you know what they say about doors-
what you built is a death row
what you built is the edge
But it’s safe and it’s strong and it’s better
what you built is to sign on the map