His walls of sadness
surround him,
engulf him
An isolation of suffering
that threatens
to suffocate him
I have tried carefully chiseling
in every corner, every crevice
I have swung a sledgehammer
until my muscles were sore
And for a time,
I might create an opening,
an escape
A way to allow
laughter and happiness
to shine through the
now open cracks in his walls
But he is an expert builder
and he soon seals the walls
as strong, as sturdy as new
He seems far more skilled
at masonry than I am
at demolition
Each time,
the walls seem taller,
thicker, more solid
Each time,
my arms ache more
But I continue
to swing my hammer
with whatever strength
still remains
Though I often
can’t tell if I am
even making a dent
in his walls
27 Apr 2019
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