Syntax

I tried to give my life meaning 

But never could clearly define

This latent apprehension

That defies comprehension 

And always has me leaning

On these battlements of mine,

When context has no bearing 

The truth won’t make much sense

Avoiding the arrangement 

That spells out my estrangement 

Facilitates the tearing

Down of this old fence.

Schematics

Twenty years after the fall

Their lies were enough to appall

Twenty-five years now and still

Deceit continues to spill—

Such tales (like towers) grow tall

Such schemes (like ever) will kill.