These Walls: Never Again
This is a bit of a prequel to 'These Walls' and gives a bit context and more understanding to the overall place/scenario that is inside of 'These Walls'. In the future, this will likely become a short series of pieces that will describe one large picture from different perspectives from both inside and outside of "the walls".
my guard was down
and you caught me
being myself
you laughed
mocked and made fun
in the very moment my mask was off
you taunted me
and i vowed
in that moment
that these walls would never come down again
guards will always be on duty
measures necessary to prove to me
security
forever conscious
ceaselessly concerned
for my own safety
what harm has been done will surely heal
i say that with zero certainty
but believe me when i say-
that these walls will never come down again
this isn't the first offense against me
in the days that have come and gone
some ten thousand voices have composed a song
a broken record that repeats itself
and as long as that song plays- my mask will stay on
never again will i sing
never again will i speak
never again will i share what i think
never again will i manifest any feeling
and these walls, will never come down again
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
I began writing as a means of expressing creativity, relieving stress, and venting emotions. I mention my daily battle with mental health a lot, I hope it is relatable and inspiring to readers, as writing is something I'm passionate about.
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