The Porcelian Walls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The porcelain walls are said to protect me
Their consistent permanent patterns present
Every memory sees them with resentment
For those porcelain walls came with a special key
It feels everyone has those porcelain walls
Since each individual person crawls
Those walls engulf leaving no one free
Hidden within sweaty trembling fists
Lay the keys surrounding everything in mists
Choking each soul and concealing their secrets
Only showing painted pretty porcelain boxes
Appearing so square and organized neatly
All the secrets locked up discreetly
Raging from within growls locked up foxes
Voices force commands to keep it in
Because they box it as an unspeakable sin
My mind has grown beyond the one standard size
My soul remains confined in a box, it cries
In silence, beneath pretty porcelain walls
Holding society upright so it never falls
One shape, one relentless fate
Why can’t my mind look anew and create?
Was I born much too late?
No no give me a hammer
I’ll destroy the fake glitter
Don’t fret I’m not that bitter
I’ll let you preserve yours
To protect you when the rain pours
Thoughts like hail shall not prevail
Within weak porcelain walls
Can’t you hear your soul wail?
Can’t you hear my hammer?
Hidden beneath all your glamour.
I’m finally free but why?
Pretty refined painted porcelain boxes
Appearing so perfected and complete
Completion is a lie
It is not

Submitted: June 13, 2011

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Submitted: June 13, 2011



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