Walls

I look around and I see walls. Flat, wide, endless walls. They come for me when I get near, close enough to touch. Enclosed, they offer one way out, and that is up. Try as one might, they stand tall. They mean well, they guard well, of the fragility inside. Yet, they trap more – of guilt, of hunger, of sadness. Will they ever cease to exist? Will there ever be a breakthrough? What goes on beyond the walls? Will I ever know?

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