Walls

Wrote this during one of my Micro classes, I don't remember exactly when...

No hard lies,

no photographs, no memories,

no poisoned roses 

end these

vacancies of hearts.

Walls fade,

as time erodes the flawed paint,

and earthy ivy

flowers faint

crushed in steps again.

Life runs,

in spiralling arcs of long loops,

but never treads

engraved routes

s'long as it can go.

Withheld, tomorrow comes back stronger,

and tries to break through

all the walls and all the faces,

giving up

in the midst of riddled peace.