Brick after brick,
a barrier builds,
a concrete curtain falls
against all that you will never see again.
Leaving you imprisoned,
alone
in a smaller world of grey;
a state of isolation -
guarded by corners.
Sturdy they stand,
they protect
against the floods.
Walls put up to sheath,
when open doors let in only pain.
punishment, with protection as the prize,
a gift of loneliness.
Barriers of brick,
they shield you from the world,
and the world from you.
Behind walls we hide,
Impervious.
Until we bring them down, to stand
vulnerable.
To walk through the fires,
walk through the floods,
enveloped in hope.
A day when trust pours like rain,
a day when pain dries up.
OR
a day of relentless flames that burn,
a day of yet another deep scar.
A day of broad daylight,
a day we stand tall
OR
a day we succumb to the grey corners,
a day we crouch down
and
put
up
a
new
wall.
A day when trust pours like rain, a gift of loneliness, I loved these two lines. A very good poem.
strong feelings and thoughts are bricks and poetic symbols and imagery the mortar. The wall is up and it is beautiful. This one, Well written, Nishtha.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the writer really spent some time self analyzing or Looking into a mirror for this one. good work Nishtha I am beginning to think you might make a great psychiatrist one day.
Wow, thank you very much! :) Really appreciate it.
Thank you! :) I really appreciate it!