some background info: this poem talks of the boy working on his analysis essay assigned in "xxvii - the golden wall." just keep that in mind ;)

also, look out for the message the bolded letters say

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the golden wall

and no one

knew hat

someting

that glimmered

in the sun

could cause

shadows on

th other side

he looked down at the title sign

at the stars and monsters between each line

of a story that defined him

a story of storms and bitter wine

"...curls of ivy and wallflowers twisted up the gold wall, their vines hanging down like rusted green hair to meet the salt ocean breeze and the silk lined water lined with silver under the glimmering sky, adorned with silver sequins and the moon's bare face, shining the brightest she had ever shone due to the darkness that wrapped around her like a blanket..."

he ondered

hw such a

dangeous

wal coul

be so beautiful

on the surface

"...the wall touched the sky, an ethereal dome overhead, surrounding the city, imprisoning the people within. it cast a shadow over the entire city...:

the brghtest

days have the

darket nights

"...no one had seen the sun for so long..."

his empty heart was now a wasteland

with a past of rock and roll and lampstands

glittering as bright as stars in the night

now remained only decaying sand

his emotions were now in a coma

his feelings a corpse covered in melanoma

his soul had spent centuries of winter nights

with no sun and only odorless aromas

"...on the inside of the wall, the stony surface of the gold looked over the people staring up at it, their eyes straining in the dark to see where the shadow ended..."

that as the old

him, the one

who lived on

childish hope

and deamlik

olors; but now

he new that

th shadow

never ened

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like a knife slicing into his mind

the shouts below were always there to remind

him of the chaos in the "family"

that his life was designed

to be a tragedy

so he put "the golden wall" away

put on his earphones

turned the music loud so they filled his bones

drowning out the sounds of the background

with words hurled like stones

listening to lana del rey

belting mournful tunes of heartbreak

each syllable defining the catastrophe around him

but in a more beautiful way

the music sang of washed out walls

and bone shattering falls

for in this world no barriers are golden

and no ivy hang like wings

within devastated halls

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the title and some concepts in this poem were inspired by . check out her book of poetry, "catastrophe." her writing gives deep insight into the beauty of imperfection and chaos

the world is a tragedy of blood painted fingernails and shredded rose petals on the sidewalk. it has no golden walls caging us in, but washed out walls covered in spikes and rusted nails.

the world is a catastrophe.