The Wall

This is an old poem. I wrote it when I was a sinner.




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 no where. 
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's else is coming. 
Shadows come here, 
Listen sounds of foot steps 
Watch out, he might be near. 


BY : Bernice Bowling