A terrible, yet awesome thing,-
We build them with bricks of hurt,-
We hide from the pain within
We fool ourselves to believe we are safe inside
We take false comfort in the strength of
We look out at life from the confines of
We revel in the numbness within
We will not be harmed again, inside
When life and love try to intrude,
We escape behind
Sometimes we venture outside of
Only to retreat again to that prison we have made.
Behind our walls.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Zach (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, July 23 2007, 04:35 am|
Uncle Dennis - I LOVE this poem!! I feel that what you're saying with this poem is that we make these walls to protect ourselves, or to protect others from what is inside our walls... this is SO beautiful!
|shiloh (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, July 23 2007, 09:20 pm|
"bricks of hurt..." quite a visual, there. actually, it's an extremely powerful visual... i'm jealous.
|JroP (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, August 2 2009, 04:36 pm|
I know the feeling and this paints the picture beautifully.
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