Closing...Are The Walls Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Closing are the walls.
On the one who has painted them.
With an assortment of colors used.
Picked to choose for the effect of it.
Yet closing walls from all sides move.
No cover up can remove the stains,
Blamed on others who came to taint them.
These closing walls,
Are on the move to crush...
The only one identified,
Permitted and given a trust.
They took to enjoy,
Turning a trust allowed to rust into dust.
Now slowly closing are the walls.
Until that deceiving voice is hushed.