The wall.

We were all
a well structured community,
some of us even stood tall.

And I was never alone,
in fact, I fitted right in,
just like the rest of them


being another stone in the wall,
and the best part
we all got to share mortar.

Yes! Yes! Yes!
All we need now is a window
maybe even a door,
but what are we supposed to know.
We’re all just another
brick in the wall....

Waiting to be climbed,
or even torn down,
maybe even scribbled on.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love that graffiti...just another brick in the poem...

maybe we are all that...all of us poets...Hey Muse, leave us kids alone.

[andrew mitchell]

Lol thank you for your words Jacob