why is it so easy to build,
this wall that surrounds me.
why are so many willing to
give bricks to help it rise?
to make it thicker and harder
to enter, or escape –
i was willing to give so much,
but no one could return
or wanted to give back to me.
no one wants what i have.
so i will continue to build
this emotional tomb,
rusting away; feeding on hate
James Pack 