The Wall

A wall gives my preotection, when you couldn't.

There's a wall building around me,

It tells me to stay,

that no one will see me,

If I remain this way.

It protects me from others,

it keeps me concealed,

it keeps me safe,

when nothing else is real.

It blocks off the light,

keeping me away,

from the lies and tears,

of the everyday.

It protects me,

it keeps me safe and content,

If they don't know me,

They won't care where I've been.

It keeps them out, It keeps me in.

It pushes them away,

So inside the wall,

Is where I shall stay.

Reviews

[Jetta Zippora]

Okay, this one really got me, friend...I am inspired and touched by the emotion and feeling in your writing...keep at it! :)