everything will be okay
the wall seemed to whisper
with its solid, imposing permanence
a thing made by man, but outlasting
many years sheltering lost men from the rain
I tried to tell myself I wasn't lost
just wandering
but it turns out this is the sort of place
you can only find when you're not looking
a place that smiles and warms
like the old gods from stories
who'd take pity on their pilgrims
I feel like the last man on earth
leaning my pillow against the stone
the last one to witness the wonders
of this wall, all alone
if the wall had a heart
I'd hold it close to mine
because it takes a certain kind of man
to break the hearts he holds
but more to leave them intact
if the sun rises, I'll be on my way
and maybe someday that wall
will be right about me
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You know what to do. -Dukluss
