Walls

Built by time, built by pain;

Tall, impenetrable, strong and there.

This fortress only few can see, surrounding all that I am.

The soul cries from within, smoldering, as the mortar molds and rots.

The heart searches for cracks, just one small chink.

While the sun is only a myth.

No light can be seen by the one inside

For the horrible truth of reality might be seen by the one outside.

This most gruesome truth that the heart is

broken, soiled, and human.

And that this most hidden soul longs for love, caress, and hope.

The wall protects and imprisons.

The heart prays that the one outside

will find the chink and see through the centuries-old lime.

The heart screams from within its dungeon

As strangers walk by with eyes that are deaf.

So, for now, wait. The sun may be myth.

So, for now, dream. Sleep is better than pain.

So, for now, hope. The one outside may come in.