Walls

Walls

A Poem by Will

These walls are frightening;
these brick and mortar beasts.
They mock me, they scorn me
on my misery they feast.

I watch them as they're edified
built by masons of pain.
But walls aren't meant for you and me,
but for the damned and the insane.

So I take my picks and hammers,
and I go about my work.
My duty is to tear walls down,
and my duties don't get shirked.

My friend, you cannot hide from me,
I care too much for you.
So when you lock yourself away,
I'll come for you; it's true.

© 2013 Will



Author's Note

Will
For my friend. She knows who she is.

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This is like a letter to my friend. All the words I wish I could say to him, you have written down into a lovely poem. Well done.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Will

4 Years Ago

You're more than welcome to share it with him.
Great analogy here, and very well crafted. I especially like this stanza:

So I take my picks and hammers,
and I go about my work.
My duty is to tear walls down,
and my duties don't get shirked.

Very well done, Will!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Will

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Rita. I'm glad you liked the analogy.
Good metaphor. Great job Will

Posted 4 Years Ago


Will

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Ricochet. I'm back in my own groove now

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Added on August 26, 2013
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Will
Will

Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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