The Walls

It's not a soft landing
But it's a graceful fall
I lay my head back and
I just dissolve

Into an ocean of nothing
A bed of my becoming
And I lost it all
I swear, these walls are still running
From everything I've done and now
I'm on my own

The sound of the river
As it aches and flows
Soft as a feather
The way it breaks my bones

I watch it burn like an ember
Until I must surrender
The place I call home
And now these walls don't remember
The ways in which I held her
And soon I'll be gone

The veins of my city
Spread blue and cold
No, I'm not ready
To be gray and old

My soul aches with desire
My thoughts are aged and tired
But they're holding on
And now these walls have acquired
A beautiful sapphire
And in me it glows



Credits
Writer(s): Varsha Krishnamoorthy
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