The Wall

I have no grasp on my feelings anymore I lost track of them crying on my bed room floor Ive lost all sanity All grip on reality Standing against a tall wall Knees weak from the journey and about to fall I stare blankly at the wall with tears at the end of my eyelids I cry out a scream of helplessness to anyone who would hear But as always I am left alone to quiver in fear With my fist tightened I throw it to the wall A sharp sting grows within my fist and tears begin to fall I fall to my knees and hold my wrist With tears in my eyes I shout to the heavens and raise my bloody fist The heavens shout back with a thunderous roar And a rod of lighting strikes the soil beside me At that moment a new feeling was born inside of me I pull myself up and throw my fists to the wall Over and over I punish my fists And as tears fall down my eyelids I begin to see the wall weakening to my fists I throw another one and blood begins to pour to the floor And I begin to realise I am at war I look down to my bloody fists I roll them up into a ball for one last try And try hold the tears in as I cry I set myself up and throw my fist to the wall With the impact, the shock of my hands shattering sends me to the ground And I lay there with no sound I punch the devil in the face and come back to life to see... The wall has been broken and I have been set free. -T

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