Walls

These walls are strong and solid
these walls were made to defend and not imprison me

they are my defense and my home, they shelter feelings made vividly

I feel safe and secure, but how come when Iʼm safe and sound within them at night.. I start to feel so obscure?

no thatʼs not right, I’m safe and I know my mind is right

it travels in a thousand directions at the same time, a million times the speed of light

and thatʼs okay, because these thoughts and feelings are confined... in a cube inside my mind.

I can carry on and say what i like, i mean once in a while iʼll crash and some of the unsaid words that have become diluted with all my other thoughts will pop out and iʼll tell someone I care about something insensitive that they donʼt like..

but thatʼs fine too, when bad things happen iʼll just let go and block them out, because I have a cage to run back to and iʼll sing to the house of no one forever if I want to.

these walls are strong and cold, iʼll keep living within them even when my body grows old

iʼll clear up the cracks others have tried to make, and lay shivering on the floor as I watch the outside from inside

Damn.. when did the windows that were once open, close? when did the windows become bars?

My mind is supposed to be impenetrable.. is it? why did I stop letting others in?
I used to feel so holy thinking I was in control, but in the end, iʼve committed

the gravest sin.
These walls are my prison, every inch etched with the memory of the times an escape was attempted
these walls are my grave.. if only I had repented.