Frail

The walls are high
They are strong
He has learnt to build
To block out
No one in and no one out

Lives in darkness, in pain
But he would rather his pain
Than the pain of others
Learnt not to depend on humans
They are pain

The Doc knew his patient all too well
�He�s in a box, chained it shut,
Liquefied the key and drank it�s essence
He�s not letting anyone in
Pull the right chains though, and it all unravels

But then you have all walls down
Emotional, all out, full trust, full dependence
Vulnerable to the slightest pinch
Which would be worse

To let him live in his pain
Or to give him hope and seeing it
Crushed with the pain of humans
I was that boy, he was me
Scared to fail, I�m nothing but frail�

Reviews

[None]

I can really relate to your beautifully written poem so well. I know that pain and have actually been referred to as frail when it comes to not being able to take cruelty from others. Your words are cleverly designed and placed.... ""He's in a box, chained it shut, Liquefied the key and drank it's essence He's not letting anyone in".... Isolation does take care of those problems quickly! But then we let those cruel people and the pain take away our life. I think learning to stand up and/or remove those choice few painful people from our lives is the key to living again. I so enjoyed your poem and it is really magnificently written.

[Rose Moon]

Rico, this writing is very tight and crisp, the first stanza is almost staccato - really sets the mood.