Walls
People wander through the world
avoiding each other as they fold
Paper castles with walls of stone
and they find themselves alone.
Looking for something they won't find,
Another heart, another mind
for as they hid from the dark, they shut out the light
and when they need help, they stay out of sight.
They wait for someone from the outside,
but they are the ones who chose to hide
behind grey walls.
Wandering monotone halls
so they remain hidden without a sound
and eternally waiting to be found.
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Love the irony portrayed in the poem about the ones waiting to be found, yet hiding. My favourite line is 'Paper castles with walls of stone and they find themselves alone', I feel that its really apt in our world. Just one suggestion: in the last line, I guess it should be 'wait' instead of 'waiting'.
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