Walls are built around us.
We hate this dismal trap,
Yet soon we pick up the stones
And place them down ourselves.
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Bricks of ignorance seem slight
Compared with the burden of knowledge.
Rock traps seem less dark
When outside the sun blinds.
We become content unknowing,
Dark appears bright enough;
And somehow we forget
Wings of enlightenment allow flight.
Author Notes: I wrote this poem for a poetry anthology assignment in ninth grade. It's not amazing, but I think it's decent so here you go.
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