Walls

Walls; built to contain

keep out the weather, snow and rain

but they keep us locked within

a prisoner to the shell of our skin

just a brain to circle and spin

like a washing machine speed cycle

thoughts just recycle, recompile and fill up the memory files

Walls: constructs to keep us put

stop us from venturing out into the world of smoke and soot

prisoners to a disease, we dig in the dirt

barricade the doors and hide from the hurt

a drain down which we are flowing

and the feeling of pain is ever growing

Walls kept out the storms

held back floods

battered by winds; they withstood

kept us safe from harm’s way

but they don’t allow enough sunlight to brighten the day

they contain, like prison cells

but safety is our goal to obtain

so must put up with hell

or face a fate worse than rain

Walls; four monuments of protection standing tall

room square, bare I'm beginning to withdraw

or am I just projecting a fall

I hear the familiar sound, like a chainsaw, nagging and clawing

starts with an itch, somewhere deep in the mind

you want to scratch it but it’s behind the eyes

somewhere inside you can’t find

reminded of so many days

spent living this way

now all I want is to see the sunlight

and bathe in its rays

Walls don’t just fall, they crumble into dust

until then the walls protect, as they must

projecting safe havens

against the invisible enemies’ invasion

agoraphobic side fights my inquisitive mind

I want to escape the confines

but know that to open the doors could bring untold pain

so, I refrain

Barricades are built to withstand

so alongside I stand

time taken to understand the mind

the stories it tells, so grand

the sands trickle

a day turns to a week to a month

see you soon in triumph

away from our imposed claustrophobic homes

where safely hidden written tomes

tell all that cannot be shared

hearts laid bare

over the fires of this quarantine nightmare 

 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love

Kyle.