A Plea From Inside Walls

[BiocideJ]

Tearing down bridges; building walls
Inside your barricades you'll never fall
From the sky
So afraid of what's outside.
Crying in your pillow late at night
But there's freedom on the other side

It's comfy in your soft, warm chair
But you're not going anywhere
Look to the left; look to the right
The walls you built hold you in tight
Hold you in tight

You'll never reach the promised land from here
This desert sand will be your home.
Sure, there may be giants between here and there
But if you don't try you'll never know,
You'll never know.


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This is a much older poem that I had written probably in my late teens that randomly came into my head today.

[Tony Grannell]

Hello BiocideJ, A casual expression without being lectured as if caressing the rut bound out of their armchairs. Sound advice and sagaciously delivered in down to earth poetry. Well done indeed. Regards, Tony.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

I'm not sure if you were encouraging yourself or someone else, but this poetic prompting holds practical wisdom.

[BiocideJ]

Perhaps strangely, when I write poems targeting myself, I do it in second person, whereas my poems about others I tend to use first person.

[imrogue]

I loved the last stanza a lot! I liked the metaphors you used like desert sand and giants! Very nice poem! :-))

[BiocideJ]

Thank you. It was kind of a Biblical analogy of the Israelites leaving the desert for the promised land and their fear of the giants who lived there.

[grant hayes]

Teen Biocide was onto a good thing with this versing caper.

[Parkinsonspoet]

I enjoyed his reminder maybe you did target yourself but applies to us all