Walls Poem by Cigar Aficionado

Why here, every where I look I see walls
your walls
glass, brick, metal featureless it reticules in
walls not of my building, being
building less I walk them just to go by your
window curtains opened with a deeper self
inside a meaning that demeans eyes that
see me walking by
on top of the wall you built just for that purpose
someone to scare
being scared of your self
a cop comes bye she knows what you know
yet she to must play along
pretending your window was violated with a smell
that of your own walls you built to see to hear
light walls to never know the peaceful shade
of darkness a darkness necessary to fuel tomorrows
wall jaded in a new coal picked by your accountant
to pay for other walls to be torn down once filled
with the works of art only an uncomprehending mind
paints with lead the food of young now thoughtless.