Vera Sidhwa


Brick Wall


I ran alongside a brick wall,
That had no beginning and had no end.
I ran panting.
My running turned into a crawl.

I couldn't understand,
Who would make such a thing.
But an answer in my thoughts,
Did ring.

But never mind,
I still ran and ran.
I ran along this wall,
On beaches and sand.

This wall had me running,
Through tropical jungles,
And out of them,
Where this wall and I finally,
Mingled.

'Thank-you long wall,
To show me the way,
Through the halls of this world,
Through the night and the day,
Letting me run alongside you.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (8/6/2013 4:17:00 PM)

    Perhaps you could bridge the wall and cross over to the other side. I bet you would find a bay, a beach
    and a reason to stop running. (Report) Reply

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