a boy
sits among the rubble
that used to be his life
using tears for mortar
to rebuild his world
years go by
the wall gets bigger
encircling him
taller and taller
it grows
tears drying up
years ago
doubt,
hate,
mistrust,
and apprehension
becoming mortar
for his wall
closing off the world
and protecting him
until felled
by the wrecking ball
Greg! Congrats!!! And I get to be your first comment - EVER!!!!! And have I told you your poetry is awesome?!
ReplyDelete.....And sometimes he turns into a Revolutionist.
ReplyDeleteLife is not a poetry for many.
Thanks for putting it in words.