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.
Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2016
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