September 16, 2013


Filed under: Poetry,Society — by Zuhair @ 5:15 pm

Hard, grey walls

Grew upon me,

Stifling my spirit

And punishing me.

Hard, grey walls

Laughed at my helplessness,

Seducingly and intoxicatingly

Tricking me into a false bliss.

Hard, grey walls

Called out my name,

When I tried to walk away

And nothing was ever the same.

Hard, grey walls

Built themselves upon me,

Until I became one with them

And no one could recognize me.

Hard, grey walls

Nurtured me and fed

Me soil and worms and dust

And tucked me in an ill bed.

Hard, grey walls

Came to me and stole

What was my own

My destiny, my soul.


And nothing was ever the same,

Not even my name.



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