My ramblings....

Wall

As soon as he stepped on he became my wall to the world
His back large and dark
Blocking out all black eyes and tired smiles
He was so close, my wall to the world, that I could see the threads in his jacket
His shoulder looming dearly close to my head
My wall to the world

It feels dark back here

And for a moment I think I want my own wall to carry around with me, so I can rest my heavy head on its back. But then, I think, it probably would want to face me, and there wouldn't be enough room for the both of us anyways.

My wall moves away and I can see sun and space again. I am left leaning my heavy head against a yellow pole. That's what you get in standing room only.

posted by Unknown @ 7:53 PM