floating on a sea of blue
whether in a group
or individually
drifting constantly
being hunted
nowhere to hide
sometimes careening
into others
to avoid the inevitable
nothing helps
forever
casually or methodically
one by one
the end is the same
thrust into the dark abyss
starting with so many

only one remains

a boy
sits among the rubble
that used to be his life
using tears for mortar
to rebuild his world
years go by
the wall gets bigger
encircling him
taller and taller
it grows
tears drying up
years ago
doubt,
hate,
mistrust,
and apprehension
becoming mortar
for his wall
closing off the world
and protecting him
until felled
by the wrecking ball