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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I just stared and picked at this paper thin wall. The more that I could touch it, the more that I could fall. What's this place beyond a really small line? I know I haven't crossed it, but I'm not that far behind. A penny for a miracle that fountains cannot send, can't buy me some peace of mind, or something to portend. The more that I look away, to gaze the other side, the more that I am aching to jump over this divide. Cry medic for the gentleman who's from the other side. He managed to be taken here, and chained where he lies. If he can breach the bubble, well than can I cross the wall? If I cave for just a second will I answer when I'm called? I ran back to the center of the world I fortified. I couldn't cross the channel, as I couldn't say goodbye. The apple of that façade, I didn't want to taste, for I couldn't bear the brunt of pain that cannot be erased. I can't even touch the wall, I've broken my own knees. I've chosen to be blinded as the only way to peace. That wall became a barricade, shielding from the night. That gentleman taken here, defected once inside. As I shiver in my shelter, I can't wish for the rain. As I take the medication, I shouldn't want the pain. I take what has been given, and garbage stays the waste, for if I become the victim, It's my hand that is disgraced.
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