These Walls Of Denial Poem by Troy Clark

Theres wall that none can see
Or touch, but can be felt
It's called an inner calm
Or perhaps an inner hatred

-All bleed away in the end

Walls that are made of to many
substances, to many thoughts
of deception, of sadness, of laughter

-And the world bleeds away with it

Some perhaps to high and too strong
to breach, some to easily or to hastilly made
Those are the walls that fail, leaving you defenceless
Against impossilble odds, leaving you to wither away

-World aflame with vicouse dreams

My walls are slowly crumbling
By a single womans smile-a smile that burns

-Protect me my walls of denial