There are pages in my life that no one should ever read there are scars on my veins where many times, I did bleed I feel I must save others so much, I have contained for through the years I've built a fortress to hide the pain The stones are all in place as far as I can see A beautiful hidden fortress known only - to me Carefully placed blocks strong and piled high to prevent other from seeing my lonely weeping inside There is no begining, no ending there are no celings, no floors for the searcher will soon discover that the walls have no doors Many have tried to coax me to the outskirts of my line but I fear there is no safety beyond the bounds of my confine I know I cannot find true happiness for I've looked far and wide so I've created my own illusions on the walls of my fortress inside So many years have passed and while I've found comfort here within the pace of my undoing blows by faster than the wind Now my work is never done for tomorrow, if I rise I will begin the task of building yet another fortress inside
Reason for writing:
These particular walls are being built after a lost love, thus becoming the foundation for the fortress inside. Let me know what you think????
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