I talk to a wall 

When too many words

Escape from my trembling lips 

When my thoughts once again

Destroy the best of me

And the best of you, it seems

And so I talk to a wall,

A wall of bricks stacked up

To keep out the frigid cold

But the cold remains inside;

A wall of sandbags piled high

To stop the raging waters, 

But instead 

We drown.


◄ To Prove Otherwise

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