Something I thought long dead

Awakes in me

An outburst awaits

Insides the gates

The walls are crumbling

Walls built by my own hand

Crumbling and worn

The ground shakes

Threatening to topple

All that I had built up

This time

I hope the walls stay down

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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