Beyond The Wall Poem by tess fielders

BEYOND THE WALL

They’re laughing blithely unaware
just a wall away

Laughter’s good but not right now
Okay, another day
...
A different space lives in this room
a pensive, silent mood

I rarely get to hear my soul
for noise that will intrude

From people, places, things around
disturbing my antenna

So I have come when no-one’s here
to work it out together

I look inside and many weep
I cannot hear a sound

Pantomime without a voice
eloquent I’ve found

Peppered on an open wound
parts lay on the floor

Folded arms and stony glares
wounded to the core
...

I sense my role is just to be
to notice what I see

Men cannot torture little ones
and simply by decree

Decide that one must feel like them
beyond the wall from me