The waves roll in on a melted sunset,
Bringing new treasures onto land,
Tropical flowers bloom in the dew sewn grass,
Palm trees sway lazily in the gentle breeze,

Summer clouds dreamily float past in a daze,
***** scuttle, claws unclenched, relaxed for once,
All your worries have washed away,
Bottled, tangled, and rolled up into the ocean blue.

This closed world, shut off from others,
Clasped in the iron grip of thought
Unable to move freely.

Claws rip at the fabric of being,
Shredding and destroying nothing.
Only showing how desperate they are
For and escape from this place.

Many claws, many struggle,
None make it away. just slip deeper
Into the Abyss of nothingness.

The walls are braced, and stout.
Built with power and defense in mind.
Containment no wall goes without.
Yet the living see it as protection.

Herded, like swine to a slaughter
Those who struggle weep,
And those who weep,  fall deeper

But light will shine on those who’s
Will never falters, only grows brighter
As the angles give a swoon.
They are saved, and in turn save others

Those who suffer under the watchful gaze,
Of the others not Walled Off.


Alex D.