Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2016
I once considered myself trapped.
Trapped in my own demise.
I had built my walls so high,
I was unsure if you would ever make it over them.
What I didn't realize,
was that you slowly tore them down.
And before I noticed they were gone,
you had rebuilt them around us.
Only this time,
you added windows.
Mike Patten
Written by
Mike Patten
348
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems