''The Wall''

I write because I can;This is what I'm compelled to do! My hand can't quit,I'm so far from through. My pen bleeds out of my soul,yet why do I let it,want to say forget it! Around my heart,walls I can't build strong enough to keep things in Truth blurts out,to lovers and too friends My walls aren't made of stone,cement,nor steel so emotions creep in And regrettably I start to feel.Feelings are luxuries I can't afford So with those around me I just pretend I'm bored.If not that then anger shall push them away Why a wall have I built and why is it falling apart day by day? My memories fade and family with that,I'm left with so few Even still I pretend I know what to do.. Many do back me but with forked tongue speak of how I shall fail So with each day I build my wall,nail by nail My pen is my hammer and I pound it to the page Sometimes about beauty and love Sometimes of revenge and rage. A carpenter I am not,yet this trade I'm trying to learn To build my wall stronger,before the fire,before it burns No more bridges may I afford to lose,I must keep for the river is cold and the waters run deep! 3/18/07 1:37:43 A.M.