The Wall...

The wall
Everyone leans on
Is falling apart.
Hunched...
Slowly crumbling...
Losing parts...
Around the edges…
It stands in the wind
Blowing in
From the North.
Rain...
Had marked its route
Through the years
On the stones
In deep grooves...
And the flowers
That climbed its side
Withered...
While weeds
Gathered around its foot.
An owl sits on the top
watching…
The long shadows
Obscure its look…
As the pale moon
Hangs...
Sadly...
Over the remains of
The dying day.



m.kamel