The Walls Closed In Poem by Phil Soar

It felt like walls were closing in
That judgement day had come
Would he be free of everything?
Could he be classed as one?
So many years of torment
Where did his mind belong?
What made him who he was that day?
And were his thoughts just wrong?

The voices in his head controlled
Had he encountered peace?
No matter what they said to him
There was only his release
And as the walls began to close
Around this gentle man
The way he held his head up
Was quite hard to understand

And yet, when all was over
When his mind was laid to rest
He knew that answers wouldn't come
And this was for the best
He took the dose, and lay there
Waiting for the noise to fade
And they buried him alone
Beneath a willow tree, for shade

No more a tear had shed his face
No voices told him why
He used to sit and think too much
He never laughed, just cried
And now no-one remembers
Why he always seemed so frail
He spent his life always adrift
And now his ship had sailed