| The Wall Whenever nobody cares, or when nobody knows I exist, I build a wall. And when no one�s there for me, and no one wants to be, I build a wall. I build a wall made from insecurities� a wall of despair to defend my city from invading hope. The bricks of pain stack higher and higher� even though I know I build my barrier in vain. The lightning flashes and thunder roars. But all through this inclement rage I build my wall while I stand in the rain� Soaking into my skin and penetrating deeper deeper deeper� until it reaches my soul� the passionate fire that�s so easy to snuff out. Freezing� My heart turns to ice, and with it� my emotions. And nothing�s there but the wall. Nothing is left on the outside but my stoic barrier. If only the fa�ade I put up would crumble� maybe hope will invade, and maybe with that hope there�ll be happiness� But my formidable wall still stands. And in here it is dark. In here I am lonely. In here I am nothing but the raving demons eating what is left of my city� destroying� recreating me. And now I will lose who I am All because I built a wall. --Emerald Eyes January 13, 2001 |