The Trouble With Walls
by
BJ Neblett
©
2005, 2013
The
trouble with walls is
They can’t feel
They
can’t distinguish between love and hate
They
just keep things in as well as out
The
trouble with walls is
They have no eyes
No
way to see the loss without
No
way to know the soul within
The
trouble with walls is
They cannot taste
Outside
the rain is as bitter
As
the tears that are shed inside
The
trouble with walls is
They cannot hear
Longings
of loved ones echo back into the night
The
cries of despair are absorbed deep within
The
trouble with walls is
They have no heart
They
know nothing of suffering
Have
no capacity to understand
But
even the strongest of walls are flawed
For
they cannot contain the spirit of man
Boston, MA
June, 2005
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