The Wall

This massive cement wall is in my way

I try to get past it every single day

It's impossible for me, no matter how hard I try

As the clocks ticking I begin to decay

No matter what I do, its going to stay

"To hell with this" Some may say

They never understand the full out punishment

They don't take the decision to just sit down and pray

But before they go, to worlds that are unholy

The decider thinks of them all so very lowly

The prisoners cry, forgetting the fight

They never realize; But if they do, its too slowly

I cry and scream out that I'm Sorry

I look up at the sky, all so starry

Banging my head against the wall

Trying over and over again, never to quarry

Slamming against the wall 

I'm never going to fall

Until all my time is used up

I will keep trying until I begin to crawl

Whats that I am beginning to hear?

The walls cracking! Almost near!

I laugh, refilled with hope 

I shove my hands into the wall and begin to tear

I made it through the wall, at last!

It took many years, it wasn't very fast

My problems are gone, I can be me again

I can now move on- and forget about the past

My old life is back, everything's normal now

Through the wall, I had plow

Its in the dust now, now to be forgotten

This is what we all must allow 

I'm happy now.

Reviews

[Nobody.]

An encouraging write. We all have walls to tear down, bust through, and repaint. Good poem dude! Keep em coming. Cheers!