I stare at the wall
Each crack a friend;
The blood red bricks
Run on without end.

The wall welcomes me
its silence I crave;
In stillness I linger
Day after day.

This brick is broken
That one in pieces;
There is no end –
it never ceases.

As darkness envelopes
My wall of misery,
Soon I will leave
With one discovery.

Day after day
That I live, I strive,
To write and to say
What I need to survive.

I would prefer NOT
To lose hope; so I must,
Remember I was bought
With the Cross of Christ.