When sadness came
I built a wall
To protect me
From the storm
In a place
Ive been before
A windowless room
Without a door.
Set adrift
No friends at all
No listening ear
Ceiling and walls
Hour by hour
Silence to call
Its whistling tone
Its echo born.
I will return
As before
Step outside
An open door
Leave behind
The cruel times
The tears wept
No more lies.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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I know the feeling… great poem
Most kind thanking you always much appreciated
Good write N. Erm, how did you get in if no windows and no door! lol.
down the chimney. santa taught me lol
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