The WallsA Poem by Courtney
Tired grows the word
Weary at the bone Society absurd Surrounded yet alone Seems an open book Heart upon the sleeve Take a deeper look 'Fore you take your leave People come and go Ne'er enough to find Viewing from below Limit of the mind Although the walls hide you from sight Power for attention's might.
© 2012 Courtney |
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