Walls

With no consideration, no pity, no shame, they have built walls around me, thick and high. And now I sit here feeling hopeless. I can't think of anything else: this fate gnaws my mind - because I had so much to do outside. When they were building the walls, how could I not have noticed! But I never heard the builders, not a sound. Imperceptibly they have closed me off from the outside world.

*Um poema de um autor que desconhecia, achei que para além de melancólico nos faz pensar que de paredes não nos podemos deixar rodear.

Walls by Constantine Cavafy. Imagem deviantart.com