My Wall Poem by Preston James
My Wall
I like the way it hurts
to think of you
and what happened.
It makes me stronger,
allows me to build the wall
higher, between me and them.
They can't understand me,
even if they try.
I'm like a difficult riddle,
only few can solve me
none of which I have met yet.
'til then I wait,
gradually building
and eventually, no one
will be able to get in.
The wall of introspection is always the wall to think better.Well conveyed in terms of poetry here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 3:09:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the symbolism of disconnecting yourself from the world in this poem!