Walls
defend
us from hate,
but we’re alone
inside our own skin.
If oneness could win,
all would be known,
but fear’s great:
we mend
walls.

This poem is in the form of a trianglet, with 1-2-3-4-5-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line and a mirrored rhyme scheme of abcdeedcba.