Walls

Maybe if these walls were higher
What if I’d built them broader?
Added a trench
Deep, brimming with the icy tears of regret
Maybe then you wouldn’t have crossed

If the stones had grown higher
To overshadow the taunting moon
You wouldn’t have scaled them
You couldn’t have

If they had been laced with barbed wire
Artfully crafted and placed
To slice your palms to ribbons
You’d of stopped

And I’d have smiled
At rivulets of crimson
Meandering over the stones
Staining heartless rock with grief, regret

Alone in my sanctuary
Silence in my own mind
Calm? But alas
Shadows still linger
Clinging to the gap
Betwixt sanity and truth