Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The walls grow ever higher

there are walls in this place
they grow ever higher
and the sky is a distant speck

I don't want to leave
or my fears to get out
or my secrets to be known
or my desires to be discovered 

I don't want to let you in
or your past
or your hate or your love
or your words or meanings

I don't want the walls to exist at all
I don't want the walls to have ever existed

I want to live without prejudice
Where your past, your hate, and your love are embraced as a part of mine
And where fears, secrets, and desires aren't words that have meaning, to you or me

Where 'you' and 'me' have no place

As if our souls were friends all along

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