My Walls

The innocent naïve, a glimpse of sunlight through her skin, Portrayal of a distant world, of dreamers, of the young Small heart, gracefully abandoned… Found in a wasteland Hand, heart, love, rage Strength of feeling drawn through windows, barricaded by rushing hurt, A whisper of the undisclosed, lubricant of hardness Courage seeping through groping hands Slanderous, unmerciful, my spirit lies crushed Your mouth might utter such hatred! My eyes shut that I might not hear… Broken soul, poor heart, Lead you astray and desolation caused Let you yearn, tore you back Losing comfort, to vanquish everlasting cries Sell the life once known to embrace Silence… Stillness… Chained by thoughts… Unnerved by the trembling of our own lips… A happy song, passed through the harsh weathers of love, now a mournful lullaby, Mere words passed to ears that may have no decision to hear of which it talks, Of which it rings, Of which it whispers in silence of midnight coldness, Of which a procession mournfully chants Of that which I fear might lead to my demise… Mortar, stones, invincible… The foundation of security The consummation of freedom, of hurt This I have known; has kept me company, My possession I might control, I am un-fallen and un-left I am granted solace, though held back…