There's this wall in my mind that's convinced it must stand unbreakable except in fantasy of a different life. A wall built brick by brick of passing comments, jokes, and wishes kept untrue.
A human bent wall with pictures and poems of love, freindship, kissing. All the summer sweet things in a persons life taped on the inside brick. Memorized, underlined, pondered with such raw want, it never sees through. No one ever escapes such a withdrawn fortress.
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Short Stories and Poems by Me
PoetryEnter at your own risk. My mind over the years is displayed in here. ((PS: even my worst ideas get put in this log because it's my back up for everything I write. I apologize for the horror if anyone is reading this))
