Beyond These Walls
This strange new world has me abounded by fear
not sure where I stand
unsure when I may fall
The aggression builds boundlessly
until the anger lets loose
And when it’s over
when I reflect on the action
when I’m all alone in my own little world
I weep
yes I weep like an angel
Since when do actions speak more loudly than words?
I say Jesus’ acts were more powerful than his gospel
(I keep him in my pocket, like a slug)
And when I’m sure that I can’t stand
on my own two feet
I reach for him
and weep
yes I weep like an angel
Try to believe you’re no different
than you were at the age of three
and you’re fooling yourself
Try to believe you’ve never pulled the trigger
and you’re fooling yourself
White concrete and silver steel
have never had the same meaning
as they do now
originally penned nineteen ninety-six
audio recorded june two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Powerful words, John, well expressed and words that resonate…
Thanks so much for revisiting and commenting on this poem, Lauren. I’m very much appreciative of your support.
The repetition really makes an impact here. Great work, John.
Thank you so much for your comments, Millie. I greatly appreciate your support of my work.