22/07/2021
These very Walls Poem:
Unspoken truths hum within the walls of these cement mountains
A secret set of rules decides who stays and who goes,
who becomes and who denatures.
I am out of sync with these winding paths, these cobbled roads,
unable to find the rhyme so commonly sung.
Things march to an unknown beat, a tune sings
but remains hidden from unfamiliar ears.
They move, talk, and dance without comprehension,
never ending, never stopping.
One must hope to foster a forever forming mind,
to see the symbols upon the walls, the surfaces.
If you are to become this place, you must tune to the wavelength
to the underlying presence behind these walls, atop these buildings.
Things don’t feel right, unfamiliar, unknown,
‘what are you here for’, why do you disturb these hollow structures
these cement mountains, they call for a man with grit,
with a forward mind.
Things are not right, these are not my walls, my runes, my home
These walls, these mounds do not care for me, do not relate to me.
I am a virus in an alien body,
unable to comprehend the wisps within the wind.
But yet I am trapped, coerced into staying within,
not free, not able, placed into a limbo that I can’t leave.
I struggle with this realm, it’s structures, it’s customs,
all a mark of the unknown,
a liminal space bearing the rotting co**se of familiarity.
Things have changed, the paradigm reset, back to the unknown age,
a time where skill comes again, and the thick sheet of disruption falls upon.
What do I do, how do I understand, unsheath this unknown,
train it upon my hands and harmonise with the walls
I must push back this deceitful veil and reclaim what I once had,
I cannot falter, fall upon these looming walls, let this heavy weight subdue me.
I must succeed, I must become, I must understand these very walls.
