Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Fortress

A world untouched,
Still calm,
Gentle surface,
Silent echoes,
Sparse impressions,
Iridescent facade.
Words of hail,
Innate threats
To keep at bay
Everyone.

All existence
Contained
A minute box.
Was not always like that.
Brick here,
Mortar there,
Crack,
Quick fix.
Slow, sure,
The walls came up,

Layers made from
Tears shed,
Hurts,
Disappointments,
Worry,
Battles.
Bolts and boulders.

2 comments:

DarLyn said...

Hmm, very well written.
thanks for stopping at mine.

Tetekai said...

Thanks and you are welcome.