No Trespassing

You will be shot on sight

This path stretches as far as my imagination...

Across the seamless Maginot Line, I see rubble and wayward smiles mean little...

The terrain hardens, insurmountable stone grips my spirit...

Ugly waters are my only escape...

The crashing of the liquid is nothing but a reminder of how pointless it really is...

A dead sky-scrapper, is what I am...

You built me so high, only to leave the view soiled with my disrepair...

Steadfast I remain, as a testament to you...

...but I must warn, no one can enter to fix what you have defaced...

I am broken, but not defenseless...

Author's Note

Tell me how this writing made you feel.