White walls around my head <br />Yet I haven’t a tear to shed. <br />Locked in by my lover lonely <br />I need to love, yet her show me. <br /> <br />Breach the wicked walls; <br />And I will be ready for the call. <br />A Wildman upon the streets of London, <br />Guided by instinct, to a love undone.<br /><br />Conor Young<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-walls-5/
