This poem is
from my published poetry eBook, Sipping
a Mix of Verse.
Walls—
barriers
for
ourselves
and
the outside world.
Their
allegiance
resides
with us—
within
us.
Time
challenges
by
way of neglect,
loss;
cracked
pieces
tossed
into a
fusion
sea.
Graffiti
soul
stares
back—
numbed
and
tortured
by
death.
Gouged,
missing
parts,
yet
still left
standing.
We
kick
away
the
broken
pieces,
apply
patches
until
the
wrecking
ball
of
time
takes
the
entire
wall
down.
Protection
and Cracks,
Bea
Beautiful. A wonderful metaphor and great writing, as always.
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks much. I'm glad you liked it.
DeleteI finished your book of poems earlier this week and will be posting a review on my blog this coming Monday. You're such a poetic inspiration to me!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Jeri. I really appreciate it. I have one more short story to finish from your book and I plan to post reviews.
ReplyDeleteThis is what I love about poetry. Just a few words paint a clear picture of the human condition. Thanks for sharing!
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