These walls seclude my thoughts,
They house every ounce of pain my brain is hostage to,
These walls tell me everyday that life has a beginning but as to where it ends no one is privy to,
Coming from the down under my spurt hasn’t been a bed full of roses,
My growth almost stunted at every turn of the year because I chose to live life with no brake pedals and no rear mirror,
They molded me though these walls,
Lessons of sins and confessions,
Acceptance and forgiveness,
Hail Mary’s and canticles, when pressed I surrendered because these walls knew my strength,
Behind these walls my enemies laid, behind my enemies walls my siege mentality took shape,
To break past these walls my yoke would first have to break but I am ready AF,
I am about to hatch open into something great,
When no one gives a toss and throws bricks, these walls stand firm like Seth, the Dean Reigns with the Shield like hands of De Gea on the field,
Blinded with the veil of unsealed openings I am made aware of the snakes waiting to poke their heads in,
Waiting to sink their teeth in, rip in, till their venom leaves me staring grimacing at the murals on the ceiling,
The feeling is I can never shake the pressure of being great,
Can never balance the power of saving grace and being the devils advocate so I weigh the pros and cons respectively whilst these walls hold me strong but for how long will I hold steady?
For how long will these walls protect me?
My self destruction is an ego trip away and I pray the gods from Nzulezu and God come to an amicable understanding to the final resting place of soul come what may,
I pray my children cherish these walls like their mother did,
When the walls in my lungs cake and split I pray these walls fuel their fire and grits to tell the whole world about how much their dad was the sh*t!