The Wall

The day catches fire with a white-hot flame
whose heat and energy merely kiss me
like a passing breeze

Night falls with a mournful silence
The darkening veil hides the madness
of the life I seek to escape

The silence grows to a deafening roar,
the peace and quiet barely touch me,
faint whispers from a dying breeze

Safe on my island of self-created emptiness,
the relentless world beats against my shell -
a storm of angry demons...

only encouraging me to build the wall higher,
deeper, stronger - protecting me
against the light, the dark, any hint of purpose

In the end, there is no meaning
only darkness,
only silence.