WallA Poem by gingerfellaI stared at the wall Desperate for it to represent Something. But it wouldn’t It remained a stack of bricks High But only as high as the masons Had laid it Eighteen It spoke nothing of who I am Or was as I stared Wanting Something dark or deep To be revealed Remembering My own happiness most Of the time and nothing Else © 2011 gingerfella |
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Added on August 25, 2011 Last Updated on August 25, 2011 Author
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