On ne passe pas!
There are walls, carefully crafted 
Over years of yearning for peace:
Concrete and steel, windowless walls deeper than demons’ 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.