The Grounded Kite and the Starving Poet

The Wall

a poem

 

And so the fire burns,

Though none would feel its flames,

Inside that wall a cauldron,

In that cauldron: all the pain;

 

And so the rain does fall,

Though none could smell that rain,

Beyond that wall a swift monsoon,

That’s driving me insane;

 

And thus the ice will creak,

Though none will hear it sing,

Within those walls a creeping cold,

A truly vicious thing;

 

And mine affection blossoms,

Though none will feel its warmth,

Beaten back behind the wall,

Love dies, and leaves its corpse.

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