The wall's tall enough to block my sight ramparts of stone hiding past's domain stretching for mile into the distance that land I've left so far behind with monuments of fates I'd forget still awaits slumbering behind the wall
this barrier imagined boldly in my mind no impediment to the rest of the shared world stands solid against the therapy with razor wire to stop temptation's curse enticements offered by a nostalgic heart I have no desire to reopen the ragged cuts
each spawns anxiety with harsh demands I must end my life if the barricade fails falling to earth as the bullet impacts flesh so the barrier must be maintained lest the monsters consume what I have left each block held in place with fear of life
these phantoms mutter beyond the faint divide spawned by a life that that never was still I'll shudder in my huddled ball this is the outcome mercy could grant salving the wounds that still bleed never to adventure but always safe.
“Block My Sight” is about anxiety associated with the past. The past can be locations, people, or past times. My “inspiration” is personal anxiety that drives me to NEVER want to go near the past elements. I have to. I must if I will be productive in my life. Still, the desire to run away, by any means possible, is VERY strong.