Poem, prose


The Walls Around Us

They cast their stones upon me
Pilling higher and higher up
The stones completely seround me
So high nothing is futher up

So I take their stones around me
I begin to build a wall so tall
To keep out those who harm me
This is a wonder of a tall wall

No longer can I hear their words
That hurt, cut and wound me
Although just their own words
Like a two edge sword do cut me

So behind this tall wall of stone
Do I stay until the dark of night
When the cover of darkness is prone
So I can take flight into the night

Leaving behind the unkind words
The harm and injust of this world
Leaving the storm of the words
Into my own kinder gentler world



Poetry by Ron
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Written on 2006-06-19 at 21:23

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Zoya Zaidi
Hi, Ron, A very poignant poem.
The of being hurled abuses at,
The metaphor of the wall,
The whole conotation of "stone of abuse".
All this is ver well expressed.

Welcome to the bay!

**Hug**
love, xxx, Zoya
2006-06-19