The White Wall

I was told to write about an obstacle in my life, and so I brought out the one in my mind.

A white wall
standing 20' tall
It's right before me
and it's all I see

Besides the plain black grass
and plain grey sky
all I see is this wall
and I feel like I'm about to fall

Into this pit of frustation
wishing for the termination
of this white wall
and for the genesis of inspiration

There's no color, there's no sound
just blandness all around
I wish for a wind to blow, there isn't even a wind to flow
into the depths of my mind

to generate the pulse
that turns into a tsunami sound wave
that drowns all who listen
into my emotions

But alas, my devotion
lies in vain
so I'm going insane
with this white wall

It's standing above me
and the only weapon I have is a pen
A weapon mightier than a sword
with the power of your words

So I'll break this wall
and paint the grass and paint the sky
into an artistic masterpiece
with power beyond reality

I want to tear the emotion out of
my soul and rip out my whole
into something that will
shred this wall apart

I unsheathe my weapon
but my pen turns out to be dry,
just like my mind, and so...

I'm drawing a blank...