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 10 Years Ago


Will

10 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 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

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

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 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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Tags: walls, lock, built, pain, suffering, friend, love, anger, sad, feast, duty

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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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