My Walls

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My Walls

My walls are still standing, sure and true,
What happens when they break?
I only wish I knew.
I can see the cracks, though they are small;
Still, they're showing, as if these barriers are predestined to fall.
The waves beat upon them, making a distinct sound;
Only time can tell when they'll come crashing to the ground.
I try with all my will to hold them up high,
But there's something inside me that keeps asking, "Why?"
I sit and wonder where I'll be when it's all through.
I just pray that I'll find that all my inner restlessness has cleared a way to you!

12-1-04

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

MandyJ’s Poems (13)

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No Trust 1
Blue Tunnel 1
The Lies to Believe 1
A Bed of Roses 4
No Concentration 2
Meant to Breathe Again 2
My Walls 0
Rolling Hills 1
And You? 1
What's in Between? 1
Darkness Touch 1
What You, My Savior Do 1
Solace 1