Who Built These Walls

I always thought I'd break my hand on this enclosure This space with everyday renewed it's grasp My shaking voice gave nothing but a wail And the walls that held me in were rising fast And up, the gate that rose and gave no passage And up, the flag of hell beside my soul While everyone who knew it shook their head There were none to help a wretch who'd lost control No visitors would come to see such horror Where the marching band of life had lost its beat Mists of cooling rain had whispered freedom But never could I recognize relief Outside the walls, the people laughed and loved While I wondered why my place with them was taken Yet everyday the same bright sun was rising And everyday it promised liberation Desperately I shook the walls and asked them "Who is it that cages me each day?" With a howl they replied, "You are the builder! Take us down yourself, or we will stay." by Kyle Ezra Kriticos