Walls
Beyond the eyes lies the wall of man,
His heart safe and warm, beyond other ken.
Hidden at length to prevent any
pain,
Any sorrow or trouble, in life’s time of rain.
I wonder in passing if compassion is
real,
For those people with walls, who swear that they feel,
When helping
others with acts of kindness,
Hoping to show their open mindedness.
These people are truly fools;
For
their kindness is shown by only their rules.
The vitality of life is a flickering
candle,
Put behind our walls so that we can handle,
Any situation or person
that feelings alert
Our mind to the fact that our heart might get hurt.
The cruel hard fact is...
Too soon life is gone,
And whatever we have to give
Has been ours all along.
The embodiment of all that we wish we
could tell others
Is hidden beneath our walls and warm covers.
In moments of
loneliness we wish we could say,
All the feelings and thoughts we once put
away.
Our walls are things
We start in our
youth,
When we fail
to come to terms
With God’s honest truth.
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