Walls Poem by Don Pearson

Walls



These walls may look forbidding
You may think they are for you.
But darkness fills this building.
The wind is blowing through.

I can’t leave the way I came.
Others’ visions are my light
That show me no bright future.
I can’t dream in this night.

Mar 2001

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