He is,
The only warmth by the shore.
Ardent is his laughter.
Fervent is his fire.

He is,
Sitting atop the world today,
Binding his desire.

He is,
Building a wall today.
In one hand: sand.
The other: mortar.

He is,
Sitting atop the world today,
Waiting for my faith to falter

He is,
Stacking his insecurity.
Where one brick ends,
The other does start.

He is,
Sitting atop of the world today,
With a barrier around his heart.

He is,
Climbing up his pile.
The one he set up
To lock me out.

He is,
Sitting atop the world today,
After scaling his own doubt.

He is,
Gazing with arrogant eyes,
Against the firmament,
At the peak of his wall.

He is,
Sitting atop the world today,
Getting ready to fall.

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