The Wall

Anger boiling inside from where it comes,                      

I can't decide.

Hurt, mad,

I lie motionless, trying to hide.

Running here and there in the middle of nowhere.

Isolated from anyone drawing nigh,

Still hurt, refusing to cry a tear.

Hardening my heart,

Allowing no hurt or pain to be here again,

Like a snake, I strike, sensing danger will appear.

Desert winds blow cool at night

Shadows surround me in my fight.

Struggling to survive

Trying to breathe

Someone revive me

My heart starts to beat.

Cold winds surround me

Protecting me, correcting me, helping me not to fear

Someone else is coming.

Shadows come near,

Listen to the sounds of footsteps

Watch out, trouble might be near. 

BY: Bernice Bowling