Walls

micropoetry, PoeEternal, poetry, Writing

I didn’t realize I built these walls so high
I’m so low I never even see sky
My heart is cold, my bones are dry
Received orders never questioning why

I don’t know if there are any doors here
Inside these walls only panic and fear
Are you a key or are you the spear
Are you here to see that I disappear

© Delia Ross. 2019

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