Writing Poetry

So, I am writing some things again. I have no idea if they are any good. I really need a writing group. I would love if anyone would make comments and suggestions. Here are a few that I am working on. Please let me know what you think.

The Wall

Is a wall strong when it is solitary?
Standing with brick upon brick
No decay completely intact
Not swaying in the wind, rain, sleet, snow.
A wall.

Yet, no other wall stands beside it.
Is it strong then?
Or stubborn?
Or alone?

Waiting for something to come along side to build along side to be alongside but
Nothing
Years pass as trees grow at a distance from a sapling to full grown
Years pass and bushes and grass and every other living breathing creation grows, move
With something someone whether it is the wind, rain, sleet or snow, whether it is with another blade of grass that grows along side in hopes to overtake the next blade

The wall is still solitary
Is it strong?
What makes the grass seem so deep, green, thick is that a blade stands next to a blade
What makes the trees into an intimidating beautiful forest when the answer can only be another tree and another and another standing and growing next to each other

Here is the wall, solitary.
It is only as strong as it can be while the wind blows, rain falls, sleet comes, snow builds. It is not a fortress to withstand eternity or even only years because it is just a wall solitary as strong as the brick that was laid as strong as the foundation that was laid because eventually the bricks will wear down and lose strength after all the wind, rain, sleet, and snow and all the beatings of the sun after all the attacks of grass, weeds, saplings eventually a brick will crumple and will be the demise of the wall and there will be no other walls standing next to it to hold it up to strengthen it no other walls to keep it together because

There the wall is solitary