A poem for National Poetry Day

 

 

The Wall

 

Everything I know

clamours inside,

shouts not to,

 

even so, here I am

leaning out a little

looking down.

 

Don’t look down

he says, look ahead.

So I do

 

seeing a black roof,

sloped tiles,

the wide gap.

 

My heart decides

before I do.

 

Rose Cook

 

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