On ne passe pas!
There are walls, carefully crafted
Over years of yearning for peace:
Concrete and steel, windowless walls deeper than demonsโ lairs,
Higher than the holy heavens,
Thicker than the Tower of London.
Behind the walls, carefully selected
Over decades of delusion: space,
Silence, and a sequestered soul
Searching for absolution.
Outside the walls, a world forsaken
Over a lifetime of lies: time heals all
Wounds.