"Shapes" Alina Manelova
Old stones lean side by side,
Forged together with torn pride.
The walls built are not standing to keep you at bay,
But rather to force the secrets within to stay.
Don't rage your disgust
when the barrier is cold to touch.
It is there to keep the sand in lungs from spilling out,
A fortress armed to ensure the fight inside does not sprout.
The ever growing fondness of solitude and gloom has grown too concrete,
Years worth of crushing stone muffle a fading heartbeat.