Walls and Dreams

I sit in silence, alone encapsulated by four walls which speak to me of things to come. They tell of the fall of civilizaon as we know it and how soon our days are done. Anger outside these walls are like an ever consuming flame which bring sadness and shame.

Hate for others boil like a stew of bones in the dark of the witches black cauldron. Yet, many are blind and fail to hear the distant, but ever nearing cries of the dying of man. They do not see the trials and tribulaons to come; they realize not that our me is done.

However I am safe, and secure. I am protected. For within these walls I see the forest and streams. I have mountains of beauty which touch the clouds. I fly amongst birds which carry my dreams. I suffer not within these walls for they contain all the remnants of a mind which no longer remains.

© J. Allen Wilson 8/31/2021