I am a wall,
A thick, stone wall,
At least a man,
Surrounded by walls.
I built them myself,
I'm sure it would help,
At least a little,
Those amazing walls.
From the outside it looks grey,
Thick colourless stones of pain,
Of no interest, of desolation,
In total isolation.
But inside, oh wow,
I've painted it with amazing colours,
And those very walls who keep people away,
Comfort me in ways indescribable.
The walls are lined with rich tapestry,
The floors of lush carpets and pillows,
The from the ceilings hang lights,
To illuminate a hundred rooms.
And yet, no one...
No one to share the beauty,
The richness of my inner walls,
The walls I made.