Talk to me,
I'll block you out.
Refer to me,
I'll block you out.
Reach out to me,
I'll block you out.
Try to help me,
I'll block you out.
Just sit and do nothing,
I'll fade.
Neglect to do something,
I'll fade.
Don't want help,
Don't want it.
Needed.
Kind of needed.
Walls I've built high and tall
Are now decaying and starting to fall.
Find a way inside.
I'll give you the key to all the doors.
Open up the maze and I'll guide you.
Step on in and I'll show you.
My scales are soft.
Only from the battering.
Only from the crying.
Only from the games.
Only from the names.
Step back and I'll learn to advance.
I'll shut the keys and lock the vents.
My invite stands.
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
