Walls
Posted 30/05/18
Barking out orders it's hard to believe, that each day he lives he is seeking reprieve
Doles out his praise, sand ingrained in the wind, no one could ever suspect that he sinned
He dreams of perfection - a world ruled by law, each ordered phrase he's designed, they'll abhor
Hardly acknowledged, the grief of their passing, constructs a new project and just keeps on tasking
Bring stone cut walls and entwine elder trees, joined now together to displace the breeze
Carve out a place where they can't see him cry, brilliant, cut diamonds explosive inside
Moist on his pillow, unsure where to go, will blood, sweat or tears be the one that will flow?
A dream in the sheets only fiction in life, if he holds on now, how sharp is that knife?
Emotions too foreign to feel on the street, instead he pretends that his full heart won't beat
Shortly, it breaks behind Murray's vast gulf, a tower protected from all but himself
A cold bastion, like an aerie retreat, his own engineering has seen just defeat
Twisting self-doubt to reflexive a shout, he wonders whether that’s what he is about
He stands but a soldier in dark uniform, his face set in stone as they make him perform
Saluting his master, strings shine in the light, he barely can tell what he's lost in the fight
He never will say what his whispers are for, his task is not finished, his onerous chore
Valiant and true, his purpose this day, harried and long his defeat anyway
Sealed with the wheep of drawn weapon to hand, defying his destiny's silent demand
Choosing sarcasm, a measured defence, barbs bite his shield as stark recompense
Embattled, he struggles forever, it seems, but only in silence, give voice to his dreams
He presses the fight with each passing stroke, could he so easily be to provoke?
Each day he wakes with vague memory of more, remembering nights when he thought he might soar
Well past the peace of those guaranteed yawns, that somehow is lifted by dazzling dawns
Hope is an island, beyond his far reach, he thinks that he spies the faint glimpse of a beach
The sun burns the sea where it meets with the clouds, fury sets water like wheat being plowed
Perhaps upon ending his time in this world, will glorious banners be brought forth unfurled
He never will see them and says he won't care, a glimpse of his heart can be seen just lain bare
He rests in the shade of an evening journal, the torment he feels hunkers down, made eternal
From stars we began, now to stars we will rest, this steel is now sheathed in this man's empty chest