| The Wall It encircles me, standing tall enough for no one to climb over. It is made up of thousands of broken hearts, broken promises, broken dreams. It will never erode, for when one brick crumbles, there is always another to replace it. It keeps me safe from harmful things such as love, devotion, commitment and caring. It does not allow light, or heat, or comfort. There is nothing that can destroy this wall, for those who try all too often become part of it. There is a faint emission of wails coming from it, for the wall is alive with pain. I hate this wall. I can't live without this wall. Therein lies the tragedy that is my life. I am the wall. |