Does any other adult feel
Like they are a wall? 
Stopping waves of pain crossing
From one side to the other?
Sometimes that wall 

Breaks

Or is insufficiency high,
Then the pain washes
Into unprepared garden spaces
Where inky torrents 
Do their worst damage.
No more bright flowers
In once pleasant beds
Only sticky detritus:
Dark mud 
A lasting stain
That cannot be
Washed away.