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The Wall
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Mental Stuff Hidden behind a great wall
One that should not shatter or fall
Shadowed in the comfort
Of my own solitude.
Nothing can get through to me
No more sorrow or pain
But one brick must have been loose
A sudden cry for help
Escaped my once silent lips
A single blow shatters my fortress
As it all crumbles to the ground
Reality sets in
It seems as though I've commited the greatest sin
Trying to escape what's real
To believe in what's not.
I stand alone
Amidst the ruins
Of my "solid" wall.
great write.
I can relate.
I like this poem.
It breaches the differences between reality and fantasy. Imagination and actualization.
Your own fantasy based creation.
Versus the cruel facts of situation.
(trendy phrase LOL)
When life gets bad, and the low-tide sinks in, or maybe its just one of those days, we'd rather retreat to a place where we can feel safe and secure. We can be a creative as we want without anyone judging us. If there is anything most humane about people, its imagination.
Sometimes, he want to spend our lives here all the time. We want to get off the front-lines of reality, and go back 'home'. Then, the president enforces the draft and you are forced to go back into D-Day. It can be depressing, being torn form your mind. I personally am a real imaginative person. Why else would I have 78 pages of a single discontinued story (that I'll consider recontinuing soon actually *grins*).
Yet, now, you have a broken wall, and you can't retreat into your solitude. You can rebuild it, but it takes so much effort. Painful. I like this poem because I can relate. Especially with the part with the cry for help. It seemed with that line, you brought the rest of the poem to life.