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Someone told me once that I was strong.
But now that I think about it
I know that they're wrong

My walls are strong
They keep me together
Pushing me along
Through all the tough weather

They keep me packed tight
With no cracks or holes
There is no light
Nothing for my soul

They are my floodgates
That will always be sealed
Always putting on more weight
Never healed

I am not strong
But my walls are
With out them I doubt I could go along
My situation would be more dire

I thank the walls
But I also hate them
They keep me from horrible falls
But also great people

I am suffocating in my own shell
I have created my own personal hell
Tearing them down would mean certain death
So I will keep them till my final breath

Posted: 2013-11-24 05:56:05 UTC

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2013-12-24 02:36:57stsorrowscribe
I like it, great imagery