I sit behind walls,
Tall walls I made,
sieving me from the world,
And I laugh the assumption off my head.
Until dusk comes,
and turns everything dark-dead,
when I realize,
I am trapped.
Alone in hell,
bound by the walls I created,
I fight demons,
regretting why I chose to seal up
instead of opening up!
(I do not own the picture used. Credit: https://angryfarmersunited.com/2016/07/03/plateau-dead-end-chap-55/)
Sadique Kwatsima
2020
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