I live in a wall built of silicon.
A wall forged in places I have never seen.
My lifeblood passes through this wall,
Coursing its way through my many veins.
Defending me from knives, scans, and pokes.
Though it is my single soldier it hampers me.
I try to shout through it though I cannot.
I must find the right hole for my speech
to flow through.
This wall is protection,
direction, and communication - all - for me.
It says nothing, bothers no one.
Yet others slam it, scan in, jam it,
try to find thier way around it.
My wall stands steadfast, its cold veins acknowleging no one.
It is this wall that I love.
My veil of privacy, complete.