These Heavens
See the walls,
entering is forbidden,
power must be kept
at all cost
nothing is forgiven.
Walls rise to the heavens,
but these heavens
below our own feet,
fire is there
stifling contentment.
These barriers
of bravado built,
bluster its foundation,
hot air maybe good for foliage,
but foolish for sound construction
The sun will continue to rise every day
true heaven always above,
and these devil doers as always,
will all be on their way.
Copyright © Alexander Gwyn | Year Posted 2026
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