Walls
How many walls I built,
And I got stuck inside them
All alone
How many walls I built.
Slowly brick by brick.
I closed the way to the light.
Try to destroy them,
to escape from darkness
But I'm too late
In the dark inside the walls,
Sad but hopeful,
I need some sunshine.
How strange
Now I wish for a catastrophe
To pull down the walls.
Copyright © T. H. | Year Posted 2021
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