walls are built around me
that mean I cannot see
and I would curse the builder
if the builder wasn’t me

tell me is there someone
who knows a magic spell
that can give me passage
out of this lonesome hell

or show me how to tear down
walls so high and strong
to let me see what’s out there
I’ve been alone too long

then tell me how to touch you
how could I hold your hand
tell me how to reach you
I’ll try to understand

and if as seems more likely
I still can’t touch you then
tell me will you help me
to build the walls again

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  1. SuburbanPrairie

     /  May 8, 2012


    • Thank you, I like, when I can, to end on an optimistic or uplifting note, this one, like many it seems, wouldn’t cooperate šŸ˜€

      • SuburbanPrairie

         /  May 8, 2012

        No, I can see how it wouldn’t. If I was the friend you were metaphorically reaching out to here, my answer to your last question would be no; I’m not about to help you return to your self-constructed dungeon. But as someone who lives within her own self-constructed dungeon, I’m quite familiar with the battle between the comfort and security of this place, and the desire to reach out and touch – both physically and metaphorically – just one someone else. I can really feel this one… it speaks to me. ā™„

        • For some the walls are a necessity to cope, for whatever reason. Bringing them down, or, once down, leaving them like that, is not necessarily a kindness šŸ™‚

          • SuburbanPrairie

             /  May 8, 2012

            No, not necessarily a kindness… call it tough love. šŸ˜‰ Our DNA is hard-coded for us to be social beings. Many of us, myself included, fight this every step of the way. But you mentioned the loneliness; it thickens and adds weight to the air around me, here within my walls. It’s my penultimate conundrum – my fear of letting another person “in” is paralyzing; but the loneliness is unbearable. So, which is kinder to me – the terror of making contact with another, or the deep, deep sadness of living a completely singular life? I don’t have an answer yet. I’ll let you know, if & when I do. šŸ˜‰ ā™„

            • As you say we are social creatures, and I take advantage of that, living in a city with access to what society has to offer, while at the same time utilising the anonimity of the crowd to hide.
              After pretty spectacularly failing to cope with social interactions on any kind of normal basis I find the loneliness a lot easier to cope with than the alternative, although the medication I am on may contribute to my, relative, sanguinity.
              In any case I hope you can find your balance {{{SP}}}

              • SuburbanPrairie

                 /  May 8, 2012

                Ahhh, the wonders of modern pharmaceuticals. šŸ˜†

                Thank you, dear friend; I do, too. And I hope that one day there’ll be a kind hand for you to grab onto, if you choose to reach out from behind the walls. {{{Sun}}}

  2. damommza

     /  May 8, 2012

    Sad, powerful, hopeful, resolute, resolved, regretful, resigned with a sprinkle of “who knows?”

    • After I’d finished it, I thought of that, or rather “The Wall” in general, and what happens after the wall is demolished. Is it freedom or just a bigger, more frightening, prison? šŸ˜€

      • damommza

         /  May 8, 2012

        I think the first thing one has to figure out when viewing walls is..are they built to keep someone/thing out? or are they built to keep someone/thing in? šŸ˜€


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