wallsA Poem by delapruchna.so many walls built up around him/her, that s/he cannot see over the top any longer & the hurt on his/her side is growing & the walls so slick with grease are impossible to climb & the ground below begins to drop, so much so that a catch-22 arises where the legs begin to lose grip & the hands unable to keep grasp force the whole of him/her to lunge in a last desperate attempt to hold onto nothing, before falling into the deep deep abyss.
© 2012 delapruch
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Added on November 10, 2012 Last Updated on November 10, 2012 Authordelapruchnothingville, NYAboutBio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..Writing
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