Friday 5 July 2013

Strong Hold

If I have dreams of more
Then they dance in the shadows

Boxed

Creatures of no substance who shift in the breeze
Moving under the weight of hands
Gripped around my waist

Crushed

And my walls I built deftly
Stand the test of time

Keeping those seeking shelter
Guarded
And the enemy at bay.

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