Conor Young

Rookie (02/06/93 / London)

White Walls - Poem by Conor Young

White walls around my head
Yet I haven’t a tear to shed.
Locked in by my lover lonely
I need to love, yet her show me.

Breach the wicked walls;
And I will be ready for the call.
A Wildman upon the streets of London,
Guided by instinct, to a love undone.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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