The Wall

Like a ghost barely seen

I move through the crowds

Surrounded yet isolated

As if by a glass wall

Sometimes transparent

Otherwise opaque

Soundproof and bullet proof

Keeping everyone away

And when I choose to let someone in

I always am wounded

Yet lonliness erases memory

And time heals pain

I am ready to open

The door once again

When I find that person

Whom I wish to let in


About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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