If these walls could talk, I wonder would they be like everyone else, indeed everything else that hears me. I’ve never been wanted anywhere… everyone wants me to leave just not to take my own life, though my family would be pleased if I did so. “Dying In The Walls” is simply me looking for some walls to call my own, the place where I belong.
Just walls
Not strongholds or fortresses
A moment tall
Before I fall again
They’ll knock them down
Leave me foolish and weak
But what I have found
It’s a home I seek
* * *
Just walls
Not underground or hideaways
A deeper kind of fall
Is this a mistake?
Make their job easier
The pain it always finds
Me; not him nor her
No I cannot hide
* * *
Just walls
Not some bars or prison
What I know I saw
This is Hell for sin
How I’ve tried to die
To set this captive free
Don’t have to wonder why
There’s no escape for me
* * *
Just walls
Not white walls, asylum
The doctors or the law
Say anyone but him
I know I’m mad; I’m crazy
They don’t know what to blame
So they just blame me
But they don’t know my name
* * *
Just walls
Not a home for me
If I had the balls
I would just up and leave
Wherever could I go?
To take a single step
Everybody knows
An angel says not yet…
* * *
Just walls
My life
I won’t escape them all
But the misery and strife
Bullets, pills, some poisons
Don’t they come in boxes?
Me the walls are fallin’
These walls a box to die in
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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