Berlin Wall

Even as our Berling Wall crumbles,
a phantom takes its place.
Years swallowed by a vacuum cannot be replaced
and represents an unfulfilled history,
that cannot be retraced.
A face and voice familiar, yet foreign, at the same time underlies the change,
and a battered trust wears scars like a badge of wisdom
enlightened to the fact that there are things
that may never change.

© October 2014 Kelvin S. Pompey

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