What is this anyway?
A little less love –
a little more emptiness
Let`s talk about walls
Now and forevermore
Walls
Will be erected gradually
And quickly
By people
For people
From people…
Complaints like toads
Cling to the hillock of hope
But the spirit dozes
Between the walls
The groans are quiet
The pain of hitting the walls is dull.
We walk along walls, stumbling across each other, stumbling over each other. Hanging on each other – or is this an embrace? The voice of the walls is louder than our voice. And we don`t hear each other. We only hear our own echo, when our cry hits the wall.
Walls
© Copyright: Татьяна-Валентина Мамонова, 2008
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