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Posted by markdohle , 02 July 2006 · 67 views

The walls go up slowly,
creeping like a vine overtaking a house
unnoticed over the years by the one inside.
for others saddened by the retreat
chained by their helplessness to break thru;
knowing that they must move forward
seeking what they desire elsewhere,
leaving the imprisoned behind......
oblivious to what is lost,
believing the inner cold and solitude freedom,
when in reality it is a death,
becoming apparent when life flees,
the body cold
and the wall is no longer needed