I built a wall,
A wall of straw around my heart.
They broke it down,
They tore it apart,
I let them in,
To see my castle,
Until they burned it down with hate,
I built a wall again,
A wall of sticks around my heart,
They broke it down,
They tore it apart,
I let them in,
To see my reconstructed castle,
Charred, but intact,
Until they destroyed it with lies,
I built a wall once more,
A wall of brick around my heart,
They broke it down,
They tore it apart,
I let them in,
To see my crumbling castle,
Charred, broken, but still standing,
Until they demolished it with betrayal.
I build a wall,
A wall of obsidian around my heart,
They won't break it down,
They won't tear it apart,
Nobody's allowed in,
To see the nonexistent castle,
Charred, broken, and gone,
Because I have no heart.
YOU ARE READING
Jigsaw
PoetryThe wind may blow one way and the river the other. One may take you down a well trodden path, and the other, the less walked one. But both experiences tell a story, and together, they form a whole. Piece by piece, you fit the many stories together...
