Psalms and Laments: THE WALL

I was a wall,

The sun had scorched and left colourless.

Good fences I never knew,

Good neighbours, there never were.

Spring mending seasons,

Saw crickets out of hiding,

And the shade of trees some called friends.

But alas, my spring was in a dessert,

Where I was a wall.

In me, was a fortress

Savage; armed with thistles and thorns

The darkness of loneliness,

So well protected me.

And beyond the hill I oft’ looked.

Where many had friends in each hand,

Who pulled the other up firmly by the top.

Where the tale how each that have fallen to each,

Was chanted with pride.

For friends were true beyond the hill ,

Where there were no walls as I.

-Esther J, 2012.

Alone; Edgar Allan Poe.