The unruly child, dying elder, and the ones who suffer alone are left in separate rooms.
We trust four walls will offer protection, but they often make them feel doomed.
The walls might be big, strong, and offer to protect them from the elements of outdoors,
But love, companionship, comfort, guidance, or even a shoulder to cry on is not offered by those walls or floors.
Left behind by people who are satisfied with the feeling of, "they are safe where they stay";
Those same people often forget without the interaction of loved ones the walls get smaller everyday.
- Author: Thesunseeker ( Offline)
- Published: February 20th, 2021 22:06
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
In these current time in the UK we are trapped by those walls but very soon the doors will open out to a life beyond those walls and life will be wonderful once more.
Andy
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