Walls
By butch
Within this heart, buried silently deep, A part of me sits and waits for recognition, A lonely corner all by itself, The me that wants to be, goes unnoticed, Watching for the opportunity to rise, Waiting for the chance to lift up and cry, Reaching out to any passion the comes by, Relegated to existence in obscurity...... Always varying, always inevitable, Change comes, it has no course, With each day, with each moment, What I now know, will be no more, Hidden behind walls laid high, Away from a world not chosen, For ourselves and no one else, We build a lonely little hell, Venture out to gain retribution, Tolerate the world for a short time, Obtain those things needed for survival, Return to the walls that surround us, Day after long day, on and on, Until that moment of silence, When we find the answer we seek, As the yearning for life recedes, We build walls, separate and lone, We build lives with no meaning, We build hell............ Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 02:36 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Within this heart, buried silently deep, ..."