Walls Of Discontent

WALLS OF DISCONTENT

 

This I've come to know, surrounded by these walls,

A place of discontent, a shadow to us all.

 

Above us in the night, stars lined in a row,

As rolls of time spin by, I push to see them go.

 

Taken by the mist, which tames the grueling heat,

I stumble through times pathways, which numbs my aging feet.

 

For here I'm but a prisoner, of lifes cruel and twisted ways,

Struggling to move further, I'm lost inside this maze.

 

Searching for a loose brick, a place to chisel through,

To escape all that surrounds me, I'm attempting now to do.

 

I'm caught inside this trap, my patience growing thin,

Now I must wait with discontent, until the walls give in.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many kinds of prisons. Some are made to hold you forever. Some are weak made by our own fear and disappointment. Just need to break through and escape. The poem is outstanding. Create desire and emotion to escape. I hope for a better ending. Waiting for cement walls to give in could take a lifetime.
Coyote

[Jeff]

Emotional walls are extremely hard to bring down.

JP~ This is an awesome poem, I think it flows very well, when I read it I can feel myself bein incased in the words, understanding them well, As you well know, but walls do come down..
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