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Feb. 27th, 2018 @ 07:44 pm Poem - The Walls
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The bane of depression is threefold. It mutes life’s joys, accentuates the negative aspects of life, and belittles accomplishments. “The Walls” is a poem about this phenomenon.


The Walls

I could describe the walls
condemning the one kept within
from these bars a world's revealed
both the beautiful and the ill
contrasting what could be done
edifice built by the years
as jail in which I rot
or tomb of the deceased

this barrier stops life's joy
happiness seen from afar
echoes of my past life
now the bane of misery
this happiness found outside me
example of normality
flickering on the stone wall
projection of what should be

the most cruel jest is this
a fallen state is lived by men
corruption of what God gave
is seen in all its shame
more abundant from my view
all the sinners come to play
exclaiming loudly as they go
with agendas spawned in Hell

against this backdrop stand my feats
cast to winds blowing hot
dust to dust is the end
promised by the Holy Book
the glory given is not heard
when the sight is obscured
by stack of bones of the past
giants gone and now condemned

escape is found in despair
for all the reasons I've stated here
each alone would be enough
now combined to snuff a life
there is one way to ease the pain
a rain of tears will soon follow
the wall then viewed as Satan's joy
a last reminder of illness cursed.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180227.
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