I'm Your Wall.

I'm nothing more than a wall,
sheltering you from blows,
receiving every hit with grace,
keeping you warm and close.

When the winds get rough,
and I begin to give away,
I remind myself to be tough,
and protect you if I may.

Your verbal lashes,
cut me inside out,
but I'm still your wall,
there is not a single doubt.

Each brick of mine is baked in blood,
each crevice is chalked of love,
I won't break under distress,
be it your hatred-laden push or shove.

I can absorb your endless tears,
like the torrential rains,
and not leak a single pearl,
in spite of all the pains.

The tattered paint, the broken bricks,
symbolize my life,
it has always been you and me,
together in a strife.

I may seem weary and old,
but trust me, I'm still your wall,
you won't feel safer anywhere,
whether another's short or tall.

I see you trying to break me,
each blow focusing a brick,
and I just smile because,
I'm made of more than what you think.

The rains have fell, the storms have blown,
but none have broken me,
I still stand strong and high,
in waters deep till the knee.

I love you with a craze,
you hate me with a passion,
together we will make,
self-destruction a fashion.

You can lean on me.
and I will bear your weight,
I won't open my lips,
to ever complain.

As the times pass,
and I age with it too,
I am left to ponder,
why I am protecting you?

Is it too smoothen my decree?
Or to erase all my guilt?
I forget the very purpose,
for which I was built.

My crevices turn to cracks,
my bricks turn to grit,
my strength turns to dust,
my rigidity into silt.

Like wrinkles on an old face,
cracks fill my soul,
no matter what the times,
I know it's my last call.

In saving you from the storms,
I hope I have prevailed,
also from the pains and trenches,
or else I have truly failed.

As the first brick falls off me,
I want to take the chance,
to tell you to pick up my last brick,
and just award it with your glance.

I don't want anything more,
since I will understand,
it was always you,
and I never stood a chance.