Wailing Wall
(Prompt: Graffiti; Poetry, Day 8)
©December 15th, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
Standing uncertain
And pulling the curtain
Away from your eyes
You stand, hypnotized.
Come, write this on me,
Tell yourself that you’re free
From the fate that dogged you
And the hate that fogged you
And all you’ve endured since
The time you were born
You lost and hurt prince
So scarred and so scorned.
Show me you’re here
Before me, and come near!
Come spray that word-art
And tell your split heart that
Though things won’t be fine
You’ll free up your mind and
That ache within you.
Now, make within you
More space for love missing
Who’s there who’ll listen?
Just the night-air and I
(The wall where you cry).
And I don’t begrudge you
Your secretive words
Nor will I judge you;
Your cry is unheard.
Then, after you’re spent,
And said what you’ve meant
May peace within stir,
And know that right here
All of your rage that was
Trapped in its cage.
Has found its release,
And has vanished in peace
Come, cry me a river
And come, make me shiver
Come, cry out in paint
Though it might be in vain,
At least you, my friend
Will make art in the end.
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