These walls protect a lonely heart,
They trap a scared and maddening head,
But aim for the middle like a dart
And you or I will surely end up dead.
This fort contains a grown-up child,
It encompasses a damaged soul and face,
So leave me alone as if I am exiled
And you will end up in a better place.
Try to fight against my bodies' protection;
Scale my walls and burn my fort
But I am poisoned like an injection
As I'm a threat and by myself, was caught. -H.B
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PoetryPoems; Woe and hope, love and despair Poems mend us, they repair. Broken souls mixed with broken minds, Poems teach us what it is to be alive. They offer thoughts to inspire. They give us hope to aspire, They answer unanswerable questions They offer...
