The Wall

Anger boiling inside from where it comes,                      
I can't decide.
Hurt, mad,
I lie naked, 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, please surround me
Protect me, help me not to fear

Someone else is coming.
Shadows come here,
Listen to sounds of footsteps
Watch out, he might be near. 


BY: Bernice Bowling