Friday, January 16, 2009

walls

you occupy me so
reach behind my
secured walls;
every time and again
you beat me.

I can only stand desolate
and bare
before you.
This is how you see me.

you reach,
naturally,
and you
find

me.

Even when I try to
close eyes and think
these walls
are strong enough even
for you

And
they're not.

You reach;
you're here.
Close walls.

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