Walls

A poem I wrote a while back.

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Walls
12/16/1993
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Experience after dreadful experience, walls go up.
Walls that keep my hart safe.
Walls that hide the broken child.
Walls that keep others out.
Walls that trap my soul.

I was young when I had to build my first wall.
The man made me do it.
The child had no choice.
The darkness surrounds the child.
Safety close but out of reach.

When I met the boy I thought he was an angel
to late I saw the demon.
Like a child he tore apart his toy
and left it to the four winds.
He taught me not to cry.
The boy played out his game
till I ran for a babes sake
not my own.

And then he came and gently brought down some walls.
He is a free spirit
one that can not be held for long.
Oh, too soon I must let him go,
or lose him forever.
My nights are spent dreaming,
wishing for love lost.
Dreaming of the good times.
Crying in desperation for the past, a future lost.
Another wall to build.