There is a wall, what remains of an old Castle from a time past, in the same city where I was born. Beyond the wall, is a world set aflame by misunderstood and distorted facts. There was once a yellow brick road, all we needed to do was follow it home. We were distracted, we were frightened by the possibility of a life lived within a circle of repetitiveness. So we took the side streets and the dark alleys, met some friends and strangers along the way. Lately the lights have gone dark and the moon is eclipsed. The sun is dimmer and the cold wind continues to blow. No way home. No way back. The road is closed and all the yellow is black. No more yellow brick road, no more city to digest upon. Just a dirt road with pebbles and stones. Pebbles and stones. And a wall where we once changed our mind. Changed our life. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagramInstagram

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