Full of hate
is what I will be,
for what you once
had done to me.
I placed a stone,
a symbol of time,
when I condemened you,
left you to die.
Just a victim
of your lies,
but a house of pain
will not arise.
These stones around me,
markers of shame,
each have a meaning,
a person to blame.
As I grew older,
weary and wise,
my heart aches
and I just want to cry.
This wall of stone
that I have built,
is now a harbor
of my guilt.
I know now
theres no escape.
It's just too strong,
it's now too late.
No love or life
within these stones.
Now I am here
all alone.
Todd M Davidson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wall-29/
