walls

walls

A Poem by delapruch
"

na.

"

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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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: 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..

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