The pieces of the Berlin Wall
bring those memories back to mind
that I try to keep buried away
not that I ever saw that cruel wall
my excursion into hell was farther south
even though the physical wall is down
there will always a Berlin Wall
buried deep down inside my soul
I feel like this is one of your easier to understand poems. Even without knowing the details, the vocabulary and imagery you use allude to the pain or fear that you’re trying to hide.
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WOW, thank you. An earlier comment was a little lacking but you are beginning to figure Daddy out…;)
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Painful memories do not dissipate readily…. 🙄
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You should explain that to an earlier comment I had. I’ve been writing for more than 40 years and one thing I have learned is that not every one is going to understand what you say. At least you have an understanding of how life can leave its mark on all of us, often in different ways. Thanks for you comment. 🙂
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Yes…..Sadly, too many people live in a Denial World….even when everyone else sees their pain…. 🙂
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Thank you…
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Been there, so I am not sure I get the point of the poem.
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That part of the world was somewhat different during the late 1960s than it is now. I was in a rather difficult position to the south of Berlin in 1968 & 1969 that keeps coming out whenever I see or read anything relating to that wall. It wasn’t intended for the point to be obvious and the poem was written almost 40 years ago. The full meaning will never be shared.
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