Push them all away.
Create a wall
of Pain.
Pain that
Ricochets
off the Barriers.
No demons can.
Escape from there iron claws
In the castle you plan to stay...
Unattended.
All alone.
No friends.
No home.
Lock your door
Don't let them see.
The Creature.
You've become...
Naive and Young.
Then...
You find a Ray of Sunshine...
searing through the dark
piercing through your soul
believing in all your heart.
They knocked down your Walls...
Nothing let to see
but the Broken Child
who was scared and make-belief.
A/N: this poem may have no made any sense...
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poesía"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
