Walls II

Granite, Hard and Cold;
My vain attempt to isolate
Stand strong and bold;
my feelings hidden away.

Love, laughter, life;
No sound penetrates within.
Shared with me, ignored;
The confines I have built.

Higher and thicker they grow;
Dedicated years of work
Stronger the isolating stones
to enclose me alone.

  8/95 


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