The Wall Continues
Bricks have cracked, almost seeing a ray of light, decieved.
The hole was plastered over with hurt one bastard night.
Waking to a much stronger wall, higher and fortified with spite.
This wall of mine constructed through the years, built with my pain, my tears.
No hammer of steel, chisel so sharp, can destroy this wall around my heart.
I am not the foreman nor part of it's crew.
I merly stand and watch others build, others and you.
Helpless as a babe the wall strians higher, licking the sky.
Out of reach is the top, I peer up, I cry.
Forever shall it be there, forever shall it rise.
Taunting me and formulating my demise.
Brick by brick the wall exspands, towering up beyond the clouds.
A monsterous creation of my insecuritys and doubts.
Copyright © Terry Frost | Year Posted 2009
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