Not really a poem. More of a poetic story about how I met a wonderful girl who brought me out of my protective walls. She is my best friend, but now I've fallen in love with her. Sadly, she does not share the same feelings for me. And she may never be willing to. So I wait outside the walls of her heart hoping against hope that one day she will let me in.
I wrote this for her but I have not yet shown it to her. Maybe I never will.
I once lived in a city. It was a strong, safe city. It had high walls around it built in earlier times to fend off frequent attackers. The walls were strong ones and I maintained them in order to keep myself safe from hurtful things. I can't say I felt safe in my strong city but it was as close as I could get.
But I was alone in my city. My city had become a prison for me. The same walls which I had built to keep out pain had also kept out good things. The things that make life worth living. While I was relatively safe in my city, I was besieged in a prison of my own making. Yet I continued maintenance on my walls. I chose the safety of a prison rather than face the dangers that lay on the outside.
Even after there were no more attacks, no more attackers, I kept up my city's walls. Then one day I heard of another city. A traveler from another city had gained my trust and I gave her admittance to my city. It was the first real company I had had in a very long time. Time after time my traveler friend returned. I soon began to lose interest in my walls. It's amazing how fast they fell when I forgot about them. I don't know if my traveler friend thought it strange to find the walls around my city coming down. I myself did not notice. I enjoyed her company so much that my walls did not even cross my mind.
I wondered what sort of city it was that my traveler friend hailed from. It was then that I realized that my walls had come completely down. They were beyond repair and I did not wish to build them up again. So I left my once strong city and set out to find that other city from where my traveler friend had come. The place where I for some reason had begun to believe I could be safe and yet not alone.
It was not a long journey. I soon reached the city I was looking for. I don't know what I expected to see when I reached that city. But what a sinking feeling I had when I stood before the city and found it surrounded by high walls probably as strong and solid as mine had been. I could not get in.
I can not go back, for the old city cannot ever be home again. So I wander outside the other city. I still talk to my traveler friend and I try to glean from the things she says a picture of what the city must be like. But how I long to be in that city. To have the walls open their gates for me. To have a city to be at home in once more.
And hopefully to be better off than I was before. I know what I left behind and I do not miss it nor do I feel the least bit of longing to return. So I wait on the outside of this other city praying that some day I can win admittance.
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Your words so eliquently told of your transformation and your longing. Bravo!
winky
beautiful in every sense
G
Beautiful. I know exactly what this is like, and what it's like to see that city gate open, but for someone else. Someday, she'll realize that I wait for her.
Heather
Exactly what I'm going through right now!
M
This poem speaks to my heart because it describes exactly how I felt after ending a three year relationship with someone who I really loved and still love. It's so hard to let your walls down and let others in after you have had and have lost love.
Peter
Hi . I suffer from combat PTSD and a dear friend helped me pull out of it . it (the poem describes PTSD in so many ways ) it was only when I left the "walls" of my "city" did I realise she had an identical city ,but built for other reasons . Perfect use of words . thank you . Peter
faisal
waaoooow, but hey, lets not fear of waiting forever, n just wait
Aniron
It may not be in rhymes. but it's probably one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read.
Aj
i just have to say that this is one of the most heartfelt poectic stories i have ever heard. And i do hope that this lady friend of yours opens her eyes soon.
Stephen
Very well put. Have been trying to get that out and you did it for me :)
LYNN
keep the grest wiork up
Julie Ann
You got my #1 vote. you just told my current situation in a poem
suzanne
Beautiful. Flamin beautiful
Nadia
awww soo sweet, i like da way he wrote da poem he wrote it az a story an da story iz true an im sad dat he will neva show da poem to hiz love i think he should. bye much luv
Dee
Buster has put into words things many ppl cant say, i 2 am feeling that i was brought though by the one person i know i could love always but it will never be
Lisa
Awesome! My favorite by far!
row
I found this poem to be very true to how I feel/felt. It is good to know i am not alone. it beautifully written
JAE
I Can Relate 2 This Story And It Reminds Me Of Someone. And I Enjoyed The Way The Story Was Told In A Poetic Way.
Mike
its wonderful. i realy liked it . continue this work and never leave it behind. you will go so far.
Shelley
I feel like this was written about me and my current life. My walls finally have come down and I'm standing staring at the highest ones I've ever seen. Reading this, I see that others are in the same situation. Unattainable love is a hard thing to cope with.
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