I am building a wall
A thick, stone wall,
I am a man,a mason
Surrounded by walls.

I built them myself,
I was sure they would help,
Those amazing walls.
Sleepless nights I toiled only to awakened my soul soiled.


From the outside it looks grey,dark and dain
Thick colorless stones of pain,
Of no interest, of desolation,
I alone in isolation.
An island ? a paradise?
A prison I say, but the devil you know is a much safer way

But inside, where no one sees
I work tirelessly painting these halls
And those very walls that keep people away,they are lined with the art I create everyday.

The walls are decorated with my paintings of life
The floors made of poems of love and strife.
And from the ceilings hang the lights,the very lights that did once shine so bright


And yet, no one...
No one to share the beauty,
The richness of my inner walls,
The walls I made.....

Bound by my fears ,free to shake the shackles of my self imposed imprisonment.
Yet I carry on in quite desperation. Behind these walls