Walls - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Walls

Fortress built
One impenetrable,
Insurmountable block
At a time.

Walls several feet thick,
Impeding progress,
Natural tide held back
If only for a while.

Looking over their shoulders
At adversaries
Perpetually storming
The walls.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer