Something In the Wall

Seems there is something in the wall, the concrete square of four by four the wired rectangle two by four an elongated stiffened stretched out long and tall; surely somewhere there lies a door letting someone in and another out the come and go without question or doubt the family, friend or foe, lover or ex speaking not a word, not even text; it's a vision maybe a threat of who we are and what we forget to take open doors and put on locks severing the global knock.