Abandoned Walls
Once beautiful, strong, confident walls
surrounded the city that was your heart
built to keep the secrets in and potential dangers out
until one day a gateway emerged and tourists
journeyed the mysterious land no one had yet to discover
only to exploit its untouched beauty and
soon your once bare walls were tarnished with the
graffiti of others that wouldn’t wash away leaving
regret lingering in your mind and
an emptiness, unimaginably immense, in your manipulated home
that you walk away letting the walls crumble and
crack in the abandoned city that was your heart as the
temperature drops and becomes just as numb as you
after opening up that it no longer feels like home.
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