Ive tried building poems like they were walls, that would withstand through the test of time.

But all ive done was constructed walls, that have trapped me inside.

Ive tried sewing and stitching words together that could shelter you from the wind,

but all i did was make padded walls, and straight jackets that tie me in.

Ive tried mixing and breaking down words and thoughts that could ease your pain,

But instead i made you feel worse, and made all that i speak in vain.

Ive tried cooking you food for thought, and word soup that will make you heal,

but you spat and you threw it up, Feeling empty and unfulfilled.

Ive attempted composing poems, that could break chains and set you free,

but they only confined you more, And imprisoned you with me.