06/01/19 - The Wall that Stands.

It’s tall.

It’s shadow looming.

Before me it stands.

Above me it towers.

This wall of inventions.

A wall,

Built with questions and worries.

Stuffed with books and daydreams.

A wall,

Trapping me.

Separating me from those I could meet,

From the things I could do,

And the sights I could see.

How does one crumble a wall?

A wall full of stories,

Yet lifeless at its core.

A wall of entertainment,

But still leaving me unsettled. 

Walls crumble from the inside.

And so,

With my hammer and chisel,

Bit by bit,
It falls.

- Ray

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