The Wall Poem by Babs mcclenaghan

A wall descends from deep within it stands hard against the crowd it keeps the people out you do not want to meet time takes its toll against your wall you try to stand firm but depression takes a hand inner demon starts to command you starve for freedom that doesnt come you live a lie you cry and then you die your wall falls hard against the ground now your soul is in control the freedom that you yearned for is yours.