Writing on Walls



Picture now,

a man writing on a wall,

in a style of broken feelings,      

his manner of speaking,

to the world,

   tongue in his hand,     

tasting every word.


Is he a man or half a man

should a man

write his own feelings

  or keep them hidden inside

      his fragile body?  


Writing his words with feelings

   that move back and forth,     

from the joy of love and love lost

with tears of happy feelings,

to tears of pain and hatred of love,

he feels lost; except for the words.


Walking on that fine line,  

between love and hate,

with the birth of words   

he has fallen in love.


Then you realize, 

one is not supposed  

to be writing on walls,

it is crime frowned upon

by the world.


Then the man has walked away, 

leaving words and feelings;  

in the mouth and on the face,

of a once blank wall.


To be continued,

on another wall,

because, he does not know,

his last words, he cannot write;


the end.


                                          © James W. McRight Jr.  2001