Walls

A stone wall reflection masks

any shred of truth

while loving souls’ arms grow weary,

clinging to the chance of an honest word.

Eventually grips weaken,

hands falling away one by one.

Now empty,

the room where others stood

leaving only you

surrounded by the great cold walls

you built.

Your words, once inspired,

now suffocated in isolation.

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