Prisons of Promise
These walls.
These walls are strong in structure.
These walls are as cold as ice.
These walls bake in the summer sunshine.
These walls know our truths, our fears, our lies.
These walls witness our darkest dreams living.
These walls see our happiest smiles.
These walls watch our bodies weaken.
These walls hear our most painful cries.
These walls are not just bricks and mortar.
These walls are the prisons of promise we bought for our lives.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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