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
Ah good lol.
Although this poem can be taken as one of physical isolation from others it seems more to me a poem of mental isolation where one withdraws within. It ends more hopefully with a promise to reach outside and rejoin the world and forget the loneliness and isolation inside. Very nicely done
thanking you, as always much appreciated
You are most welcome
So real. What an amazing poem
you are too kind, so glad you liked it, many thanks for reading always much appreciated
You are welcome
We will be waiting for you outside that door Norman and will bring joy to you.
Andy
thanking you the read always appreciated
many of us tend to do that, but after all these years, i feel that we should know withhold our feelings, but let the dam burst out..it gives relief
so true, thanks always appreciated
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