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Barriers

Towers,
High as the clouds,
Walls shear,
No footholds,
No ledges.

Walls,
That stand before the tower,
Made of thick mortar,
Unbreakable,
Unmoveable.

Masks,
As safe as any wall,
With holes to barely breath,
And of course to see,
Colourful in confusion.

Veils,
Sheer, yet they shroud,
Block with delicate haze,
A multicoloured lie,
Meant to be harmless.

These things,
These armours,
These tools for the meek,
We use them,
We build them,
Then stand at the peak.

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I am a poet at heart.
A writer in dreams.
A father always.
A man.

I am, perhaps, me.

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Comments

  • rajahbah
    rajahbahalmost 4 years ago

    Another great write Paul, Veils, sheer, yet they shroud. How many of us tell " harmless white lies" & reap the consequences. Carole

  • trwoody
    trwoodyalmost 4 years ago

    Great work Paul, very philosophical…The walls not only protect, (with a false sense of security) but imprison.

  • Jenna Kantor
    Jenna Kantoralmost 4 years ago

    Excellent write. The walls we build to protect end up hiding and sheltering us.

  • Vesna *
    Vesna *almost 4 years ago

    wonderful write…Long live the poets who see above and beyond those walls …

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