The cold stone towers
Cast shadows across
The barren desolate lands
Throwing darkness for miles
In the quieting times
Of the sun’s farewells.
The hard steel gates
Stand in stark contrast
To the openness of the sky.
Shut tight as a clam shell
Barring even the insect
And the wind from entering.
The tall brick partitions
That loom over the world,
Halting all time in their
Intimidating presence,
Keep the caged birds in
And the foreign spies out.
But a small breeze blows
Across the empty plains
Starting up a rumbling
As the walls began crumbing
And the fortress walls
Collapsed in wards
Showing that they were
Made of nothing more
Than dreams for posts
And sugar for mortar
The protection falls
Tumbling to the ground
Baring my **** body
To the growing crowd
To see all my scars
And my deformities
The winds from the plains
Give me apprehensive chills
As I wait to hear compliment
Expecting only cruelest jeers.
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 8:02 PM UTC
The cold stone towers
Cast shadows across
The barren desolate lands
Throwing darkness for miles
In the quieting times
Of the sun’s farewells.
The hard steel gates
Stand in stark contrast
To the openness of the sky.
Shut tight as a clam shell
Barring even the insect
And the wind from entering.
The tall brick partitions
That loom over the world,
Halting all time in their
Intimidating presence,
Keep the caged birds in
And the foreign spies out.
But a small breeze blows
Across the empty plains
Starting up a rumbling
As the walls began crumbing
And the fortress walls
Collapsed in wards
Showing that they were
Made of nothing more
Than dreams for posts
And sugar for mortar
The protection falls
Tumbling to the ground
Baring my **** body
To the growing crowd
To see all my scars
And my deformities
The winds from the plains
Give me apprehensive chills
As I wait to hear compliment
Expecting only cruelest jeers.