Walls

An angel from above took me in-

I was in my world wandering.

Spoke words of life

from a honeycomb;

Those eyes of warmth

lightened my soul.

How there used to be great times;

albeit the otherwise too.

I remember me and my angel

going through either.

And both times builded

stronger walls-

protection for our ties.

Walls, I built around us;

Walls, for us;

For me, if I were honest.

Walls, my angel did not want,

since its heart was much larger

than mine.

I became a demon,

when the angel broke the walls

and brought peoples in

between the two of us.

© Joel Yap