The Wall

The walls I saw were old and worn,

Tumbling and falling,

Time dug itself into the once beautiful stone.

 

Towards these once great creations I walked,

The broken shadows,

Treasures of something that once was great and bold.

 

Tiny reminiscence of protection this wall showed,

Thoughts of people,

Thoughts of lost culture, religion and hope.

 

The stone looked battered by the wind,

Tough and warn,

To touch it would be touching a world lost and cold.

 

Thoughts brought by the stone were that of hurt,

That of every world,

That of the fact that we will all come to an end.

 

To touch the stone made me see,

The loss,

The suffering of every human being.

 

To see the stone made me feel,

The loss,

The unknown guidance of something greater then me.

 

Together these tumbled and broken rocks,

Tied pieces,

Trampled by greed, idiocy and ignorance,

Taught me what simple minds can do to something so great.