Walls
Walls closing upbehind you
around you
seemingly no
way out
to the outside
where the colours
flow and the wind
blow and there
is nothing
to hold on
to in here
only heavy
bricks of
stone and
no hope
nor joy
enters
my mind
and I wish
they would
go away
I need
to get
out
Poetry by J. E.
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 00:21
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