The Divine Walls

And myself inside the walls,
protected from harm.

My feelings enveloped in concrete,
of apathy.

Life outside me,
and death inside it,
who shall be,
shall be it.

And myself buried by the dust,
of hopes and tears and trust,
that fear I must,
to be unjust.

The divine walls of me,
lowered down,
to reach my knee,
I step upon.

The divine walls shall breach,
the enemy comes in,
the walls I raise,
to live again.

Don't come in. You're not invited.

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