Wall

I see it ,

The undeniable pandemonium 

Of the goose-chase

Running through him.

I see 

Him succumb to fabrications

And I see

His desperation

His chase

Of eluding the vulnerability. 

Each day ,

I see him

As the mundane wall

 Behind his bed.

 He laughed so much 

 But I saw through him

 Just like he did

 He saw through me 

 To find the dejection 

 I see him giving up. 

 I see the cries ,

 I hear his pain 

 His sorrow 

 Him being engulfed

 By an eerie sea

 That existed in his head.

 And I have no choice,

 But to see him

 As his thoughts wilt

 As he gives up

 Each day.

 And to witness

 The assault in him

 Growing wilder,

 How his days passed 

 So hollow 

 But I couldn't see someone else.

 His fortress 

 Was so alone

 Had no one

  But just me.

 A mundane wall,

 Who saw so much of him

 That it got exhausted

 Of dieing with him 

 Each day .

 He punched me ,

 Sometimes,

 It didn't hurt.

His audacious hostility

Manifested the war 

That sleeved his thoughts.

And one day , 

The furore silenced itself.

The furore in him silenced itself. 

He didn't punch me 

This time

But his wrist spewed

At me 

As it bled. 

And I died again ,

One last time with him.

I still wanted to know

Did his grief leave 

Or did the rage.

Was I the wall

Or the ones who gathered 

On his birthdays?