Portable Walls
A colorless rainbow with a hidden sun, fills our proverbial sky.
The storm has passed, but the devastation is tragically epic.
Hearts and feelings are strewn along our road that once led to a future;
lying in heaps of sharp words, flung by the winds of anger and spite.
The tempest has annihilated the last stronghold in our lives;
we are destroyed, we are no more.
We have become two separate shards of a shattered glass house;
all we can do is cut now.
There will be no building of a new home,
just the erecting of walls;
walls that will find a new home to complicate
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