Spring 2019

“The walls that stop Me”

Ja’Von Town


I sit and stare, at the dorms’ ugly wooden chair,

While pondering on thoughts that I wouldn’t dare,

That play in the outside world.

My thoughts and heart ache for the attention of this particular girl.

We yell; we dance; we laugh, until our eyes grow old.

I’m eager to warm her heart, which was once bitter cold.

But, this will never come true,

Because I sit and write these events in my small dormitory room.

Its surrounding walls symbolize my fear,

To manifest the story, that our children would love to hear.


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