Death of Walls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

In this poem, I try to show that love begins harmonious, grows into challenges and in the end, if these challenges are not well addressed they damage everything. The development of failure is never
a one step, but rather a series of stuffs that happen as a game but arrive to being a real nuisance.

Born, we live to see

Walls being erected here and there

Houses stand still in beauty


Inside the walls resides the warmth of love

But again, inside coldness we taste

All colors of earthly life paint the walls


Time comes and it rains wild

Strong winds hurl

Trees tumble down their dead branches


Scratches trace on painted walls

The walls’ hue goes morgue

If not wholly painted anew


Colors fully wash away

No more brightness to call

For dullness invades the walls


Beauty no more to mull

For the walls’ brilliance has vanquished

And so dies off the beauty of the wall


Poem by Mugisho N Theophile


Submitted: December 17, 2017

© Copyright 2021 Mugisho N Theophile. All rights reserved.

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