So many years it took to build, I don’t remember
Each one of us needs a shelter to stay in
From the miserable January to the cold December
Where there’s none to judge or nothing to lose or win
…
These walls don’t let anyone across, not even sunshine
More often than not, it gets quite dark in here
There’s none to share it with except an empty bottle of wine
Which is nothing more than just a metaphor for my hollow fears
…
The cracks are a representation of my failed efforts
But there’s no one here to rate me with stars
All the worldly knowledge provides me with dark comforts
For light does nothing but open up these scars
…
Maybe someday these walls will come down
Who knows if it will be heaven or hell?
Till then I’ll wear this thorny crown
Till then I’ll retreat in my shell
Frank Solanki 
This resonates deep within me.
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I say the opposite, but we each say the same thing. Your third paragraph is really powerful, “…for light does nothing but open these scars.” Wow. “May G-d Be With You -4” is powerful, too. Very nice. Thanks for clicking on mine, too.
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Too kind
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Just beautiful, Frank!
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Thank you
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That was really good Frank.
Here’s my response brother, cause I’ve felt the same:
Self-imposed affliction
Addiction!
Must throw away that fiction.
‘Cause life is a book
It’s inked and red
But locked away
We can’t be fed.
Own worst enemy
Acclaim? Deny!
Shells are ornate.
But in cells men die.
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Wow
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