Poem: The Sky

[zetasyanthis]

Overhead it holds away the sky we hold so dear,
the place where dreams are realized,
the place that is so near,
the place that soars within our hearts,
the place that pains and cries,
sits ever 'neath these walls we built,
'til we begin to die.

And when we cry,
and when we weep,
the truth is then revealed.
We built these walls, protect ourselves,
and cannot now be healed.