The emotion of what it’s like to be buried… while the spirit is still alive.

As the minute I laid down

Stared at the ceiling and the four walls around me

Feeling it it’s going to close on down

I must be insane

Or I have died

Cuz every-time I blinked, I faced the memories I once made

There I screamed at the blank walls

So… I’d call it wailing walls

Cuz it echoed my screams.

Wailing wall…

Wailing walls…

Thinking of who I had lost

Or did I waste my time on them?

Oh… why did they betray me?

I muse be insane

Or I have died

Staring at the wailing wall

No matter where I look or turn to

It’s all around me

Or maybe my soul is just buried in the ground too…

There’s no way out

Nobody can hear the silent cries buried within’ the tomb

Also the cries from the people above

Please make them all leave

All I want is silence

So I’ll have peace

Silenced

As I looked up

a white dove flew by along the deep blue skies

Staring down and telling me in it’s melodious voice.

“It’s time to go!”

Oh well… I was beginning to enjoy the silent moment in the wailing wall…

wailing waaaalllll….

Oh yeah I am finally going to be free….

free… from all the sins on this cruel world.

By Lara McClearen- April 26, 1993

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  • Teves on Oct 20, 2009

    Good work…

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