Walls
Building my walls
Using the same bricks
I said I’d use
Flat, hard, and strong
This wall could last long
If I could but leave it alone
The color beginning to wear
The edges have bruised and broken
The fresh faced start
Reduced to regretful sighs
What of the wall?
Mortar and blood mixed to hold
Do I dare try a different stone?
Knowing that I may never come back
To this wall
Unable to build
Unsheltered alone.
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