Coming Home. Poem by Graham Jones
Coming Home.
My wall begins to crumble
Yet I fight to keep it there
Locked away from prying eyes
And those who want to stare
It took an age to put it up
And keep me safe within
This boundry of emotion
Now seems a whisper thin
The hurt the pain, so far away
Now hovers like a cloud
To swirl around my fortress
Tearing layers from my shroud
My lake of tears, now so much dust
Lays dormant at my feet
To bare my soul, for all to see
Acceptance to my fate.
very deep and reflective piece of writing. nice imagery. i like the phrase 'a whisper thin', its uncommon and unique. excellent work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 11:53:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We all build walls to protect us from being hurt. It's when they become too high to see over that our tomb is complete. Excellent read - wonderful, meaningful poem. Linda