Wall

I built a wall,
A wall I became
My bricks are made of stone,
But they turned into sand
Heat of the sun greet me,
Moist of the rain meet me
I feel it all at once,
While other wall stand under their roof
Saved and covered thence
I paint to hide my crack,
But my only paint was black


nv
June 2015

Reviews

[Aphy!]

Very nice. As humans we all build walls (emotional) for protection. Sometimes to avoid being hurt. And those walls are always our comfort spots. I like the feeling of darkness it all led to and how it just makes u think. In different ways.
Thank you very much for this lovely piece
Aphy

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you used the walls. You left the reader with something to think about. Thoughts of black lead to sad place. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote