Wall Poem by Destiny Avaritia

Sometimes I wish I were a wall
Upon witch you could hang you’re pain
To see it so, to know its beauty
Bond of sharing, bearing love

Pain is color, in between
Desire and death; white and black
Light is most lovely at the dawn
And then again, approaching night

Sometimes I wish that I could kiss
The world and take away her pain
Feel it all for only her
And then go mad and prove I’m real

But love continues as does pain
And death endangers both
And the river murmurs carelessly
Around the bend in which we live