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Walls (M.P.Bridger)She haunts my waking mind. Night brings shadows but no respite For she is there in my sleep. I picture her face Fresh and promising as the morning. Her poise graceful, eyes shining, Child-like in her innocence Yet knowing. To such beauty I would give my soul And more. I would give that which I hide, Guarded by sturdy walls Built higher and stronger with the years, High enough now to fog my mind As to what it is they conceal. Then she smiles.. And that which I have hidden so well Beats against those walls. Her eyes hold mine, And I tear at the walls with my bare hands, Desperate to free what is trapped inside. The walls collapse; I watch as my years of labour crumble to dust. Finally my heart and I are reunited Just briefly Before I hand it to her for safe keeping. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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