The Tale of the Wall

There once was a wall,
A blank wall wiped clean,
Clean of everyone's problems,
Clean of the war that raged before hand.

This wall was content,
Content to sit alone,
Having strangers come from here and there,
No one to make cracks,

But one day the wall had a visitor,
A very special one,
One that wrote his name upon the wall,
Claimed it would be his support for a house.

This stranger started construction,
Build his house around the wall,
Showed his caring to the wall,
Made the wall feel like it was needed.

But the wall became to close,
Felt as if it was to stay with the man,
Alone with a play date here and there,
But they would support each other,

The man however had other plans,
Just as the paint went up,
A new person,
Someone who was closer to the man,

The wall was still there,
Just supporting the growing house,
Now there was two that rested on the wall,
It shouldn't be that hard.

The wall was content,
Just being loved by both,
But a rift came,
Splitting the wall.

What is this,
Said the wall,
and paint covered him,
kept him from talking.

The man wanted the wall,
but not it's words,
just the support,
Nails followed the paint.

Hard nails that pained the wall,
Broke it's construction,
And made it weak,
The wall started to crumble.

Piece by piece it came down,
until almost nothing was left of the wall,
the wall just wanted to disappear,
And never be known again.

The wall wished it was human,
So that it could die.
The wall wished it had arms,
so that it may remove it's life blood.

The wall wished it had told the man,
Not to build around it,
To disturb it's content life,
As a wall among strangers.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

This was a good deep work of art. It takes us on a journey, through time and imagery, with emotions woven in.
It reminds me of how as a kid, I lived on the end of a dead end street and had all the forest to be as my playground, but then as I grew, more new houses were built, until at last... my forest was gone and all I could see was rooftops and driveways.

I take this piece as a lesson, that in all things, communication is important and paramount, for when one of two takes a dominant roll, the over all equality of life dies.

Great Ink!
Aaron