The Wall

I listen to the sound of emptiness
It comes from the other side of the wall
Where lost souls wander,
Contemplating about the fragility
Of love, hate and other human emotions
It begins as a whisper
Then it rises slowly,
You can hear them beating against the wall,
And though you realize the futility of their actions,
The empath inside you struggles to be free
And your conscience burns you from the inside
But you know the wall is high,
And only those who truly wish to climb it
Might see the other side