Prison Walls
These prison walls that hold me here
I've built with my own hands
My heart is torn in tiny pieces
like confetti, strewn from place to place
Scarred and silent these walls hold strong,
not letting you in or me out
Nothing you do can make them fall,
for my pain stands guard
waiting for the next attack
My wounds never heal, like a trophy on display,
they shine to remind me
of a love now lost
and how high the cost
These prison walls that hold me here
are built with the stains of dying love
These hollow walls
are filled with pain
That I will never escape
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010
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