This is my structured circle.
The wall can't be seen or touched.
The stones bakes with hate and grief,
the mortar mixed with shear anxiety
This holds the stones together,
yet keeps them apart,
producing hope to make it through
the storm of insults and love
Few scale this wall, but even fewer
leave unchanged, for the wall is
guarded by the avatars of hate, grief,
anxiaty and hope. A tortured existence
lies beyond this barrier. This survivor
is harassed by it's own mind, wherein
the wall lies. He awaits the true love
of the pick-ax to tear the wall's
foundation out, crumbling it to the
ground, henceforth saving the victim
from the wall's boundaries.
(
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