Wall
Hit the
wall of happiness and get hit by falling bricks
Battered
with sadness the hurt is not licks
One whack
too much turns the soul out
Now even
a whisper is a graze that makes a shout
The wall
is an angel that’s shy of a touch
Heat is
felt the nearer flown, from its torch
Color
from red to white is the illusion of success
Reach to
caress and that hand is made an abscess
Bewilderment
is the lasting constant
No
reverting to innocence and life is not lenient
What to
do when it all turns out wrong?
Decide if
it’s fake and been leading all along
Walls of
the mind and actions of others not kind
Betray
emotions that raise self-pity and bind
Condemning
is so easy when happiness is that wall
Of those
that seek to escape by a dream the squall
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