Walls

This is a poem I wrote a while ago. Kind of just poured out in a flow.

A torrent unleashes,
as the clouds let go.
Rain pours down,
as all gets lost in the flow.

The days are never ending,
something’s not the same.
The barriers are breaking,
there’s nothing left to claim.

His voice is resonate,
as he turns to the sky.
Instead of a burning plea,
out comes a lullaby.

These weakening walls of faith,
neither lost nor found.
Not so long ago were concrete,
but have now been brought down.