The Wall
Love is danger,
when you can not put together a sentence
or comment on another
nor respond to unsolicited anger and rage.
Love is unrequited,
at the belief of togetherness and comfort
and the reality of spite
with the inequity of the names you are given.
Love is unjust,
as the unilateral pondering and sadness
steals away at sleep
and sneaks into your dreams like a poison.
Love is gone,
as the wall is built right around the obstacles
unable to think of
futures you were comfortable with degraded.
The time you decide
not to allow it
is the moment the weight begins to lift
and you remember how light you were before.
Copyright © Jon K | Year Posted 2017
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