The Wall

Walls are built to both protect and imprison. Sometimes we build our own walls for both reasons.

The Wall

 

I once found a wall

In the shadow of time

And stood on its edge

Protecting my find

 

Built on a bluff

Its strength was its stone

Though its foundation was strong

It stood all alone

 

Like a Byzantine fortress

With ramparts and gates

I repulsed all contenders

Who assaulted my fate

 

As a I bolstered my banner

And championed my cause

After every assault

I built stronger walls

 

From the edge I surveyed

My desolate domain

But my kingdom had crumbled

To just random remains

 

For so long it’s withstood

These storms of the stone

But I’ve weathered this prison

On my wall…all alone

Author's Note

Poems are the truth of the soul. Sometimes for only a moment, and sometimes for a lifetime.