These Walls Cant Hear Me

Poem about a character reaching their end and having final thoughts on what could have been.

To an end the story came

Never sorrow, seldom shame

Had changed the way things could’ve been

If only the people had listened in

A chance for redemption

But so much more

An opportunity to flourish

Not any kind of childish chore

A repentant state of mind

Saves often souls of men

But are there souls worth saving

Stuck in the darkened lion’s den?

To stay focused, eyes open

Was the hardest thing of all

To let pride get in the way

Was a tale that stood ten feet tall

But break these chains

Tear down now these walls

The echoes screaming from inside of me

Why, for so long, had I told a lie?

I’m hoping for an answer

Manna from the sky

The ground looks up

The sky shouts in my direction a thousand times

But maybe all along

It’s never been about me

Cause if it ever were true

There would never be a clear day in the sky

But I reminisce…

I never once asked for a happy ending. 

Author's Note

Walls could be a lot of things.
What's one wall you've built?