Walls, once.
I had a wall once.
It was tall and sturdy
and it kept the bad things away
and I was okay.
It didn't have windows
and I could put anything I wanted
on the other side
and I never had to think of it again.
One day, he visited me.
It wasn't the first time,
and he was too big to fit over my wall,
so I was stuck with him.
He brought a hammer.
A big one.
I don't have a wall anymore,
but now I have friends,
and they whisper to me.
And they tell me
that you're next.
It was tall and sturdy
and it kept the bad things away
and I was okay.
It didn't have windows
and I could put anything I wanted
on the other side
and I never had to think of it again.
One day, he visited me.
It wasn't the first time,
and he was too big to fit over my wall,
so I was stuck with him.
He brought a hammer.
A big one.
I don't have a wall anymore,
but now I have friends,
and they whisper to me.
And they tell me
that you're next.