Great wall

 Brick over brick,

I have built myself a great wall over the years

For a reason, - because of fear, 

One that would hide the soft side that I bear

It was a long way to go,

But I was happy with the progress,

The wall was high, 

Enough to cover and shelter my little soul

I am happy with the comfort I have, 

But then, there was this murmuring outside

A stranger, a soul I met through voices through the wall

He said, he is my kind

It was then I realized, I talked to myself for a long time

And lost the feeling of cordiality and warmth.

I enjoyed talking to this voice outside,

He speak of honey, lingering through my soul

Through time, he talked about a door on my wall, 

One, that I didn't, and never made

He talked about seeing me,

He talked about letting him in

Gladly, thrilled, and hopeful,

I break my walls

Only to find out, 

I was talking to none; I was hoping for none...

Or at least, he left and watch the fool that I am

I said, and I was, afraid of the rain and the dark

But it is storming in the middle of the night

Fear now, is the only warmth I have

With my wretched heart, 

And my broken soul,

I pick up bricks and rocks,

I'll built walls, - higher this time.