I spent my life
Building high walls
I lie cold on a chair
gazing through the window
wondering why nothing grew
i see tears of pain
words to be written
i hold the pen
and rushed to kiss the paper
it`s not late and i realized
i had become a prisoner
in my own build walls
Days i have spent
in the relationship
turned out nothing but hell
Questions i raised
were barren behind my walls
yes i kept myself lonely
in a corner untouched by the world
But it`s late to feel so cold
And no blankets to help me
to live this winter
I shall get buried behind those walls
And none shall walk to my grave
But once this walls are weak
I hope my words of tears shall reach each heart
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