Walls

I had walls put up so no one can hurt me. But with your hammer and chisel you broke through. It took you a long time to get through my wall. but in the end you got through and hurt me. but this time it is not going to be so easy for someone to get threw.

by Amanda Wilson

Comments (3)

Speaks from having lived through the ravages of war herself. Nicely written poem.
Breed, crowd, encroach, expand, expunge yourself, die out, Homo called sapiens.
She lived through two wars, the angst of death consumed many, just a few greats could tell or write about it!