Lonely Poem by Neptune Barman

I spent my life

Building high walls

I lie cold on a chair

gazing through the window

wondering why nothing grew

i see tears of pain

words to be written

i hold the pen

and rushed to kiss the paper

it`s not late and i realized

i had become a prisoner

in my own build walls

Days i have spent

in the relationship

turned out nothing but hell

Questions i raised

were barren behind my walls

yes i kept myself lonely

in a corner untouched by the world

But it`s late to feel so cold

And no blankets to help me

to live this winter

I shall get buried behind those walls

And none shall walk to my grave

But once this walls are weak

I hope my words of tears shall reach each heart