Searching, looking, trying to find a way out.
Drowning in one's self fear and pain.
Being deceived and heartbroken.
Who can I trust?
Who can I go to?
Is anyone honest?
Is anyone trustworthy?
Do they just go through life trying to get ahead in the game?
Trying to find someone to blame?
Do they even care about the people they've tossed aside?
No little wonder why I have this wall inside.
Built around my heart, brick by brick.
Each heartache,
Each jab,
Each disappointment,
Each let down,
This wall of mine gets thicker.
The distance I've created gets bigger.
Would you notice if I screamed?
Would you notice if I cried?
Would you notice if I fall?
Would you notice if I weren't here at all?
Sick of hearing the sound of my own tears penetrate my heart
The same old repetitious thing playing in my mind.
This tower I have locked myself within is getting choked with weeds and vines.
Blending one with the background,
For no one to see at all.
I want to cry out to you.
I want to knock down this wall within me.
But can I trust you or will you let me down?
Will you play judge and jury, before even knowing me?
I don't want to be hurt.
I don't want to keep crying.
But can you teach me to trust without adding another brick to my inner wall?
A contest entry
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Honorable winner
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Comments
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Lots of strong images here, a very original idea of the wall inside that builds with the questions asked in poetry but never aloud. Perfect take on the prompt, there's frustration and despair and a desperation to know the other soul laced through with a fear of rejection. I can really relate to this poem.
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This poem was amazing! I'm the same way ( I think everyone is though), but it took me years to realize that. Great job, now I will have to go read your others
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I have often felt like this. This poem holds a lot of truth, we build a facade around ourselves made from the 'bricks' of untrust that other's have given to us... I love that thought, its a thought that I have often.
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