Walls

Wrote this poem when I was like fourteen years old, while attending a Writing Camp at a college. I felt like it was time to start sharing some of the stuff I write, instead of just blogging. If I want to be a writer I have to be willing to let people see what I can do and get honest critiques.

Walls

No door in sight

no light to show the way

No color or splendor for cheer

 

Walls of concrete made with

The color gray

filled with gloomy thoughts

 

No cheerfull bright color

To brighten the day

Or a pillow to lay my head

 

Inside these walls

Is emptiness and loss

convinced that I am safe

 

I feel the eyes turn towards me

but they will never find me

Because I hide in my concrete room

 

You try to pull me out

You think your saving me but I

continue to hide so the world can never see.

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Author:

An Introverted soul with a love for the extraordinary and ordinary. I have big dreams of publishing my own book or maybe one day opening a bakery/restaurant. My life however is constantly changing and just when I think I've figured things out, I get thrown a curve ball. I love writing, which is why I started this blog. I also love to engage in conversations with people about the things I love. So be prepared for a wide assortment of crazy :)

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