It blocks the life ahead of me,
leaving my stuck in my past.
It won't let me move on,
and have things that should last.
Behind it is what I have longed for,
what I worked for all my life.
But it's blocking me from living,
and keeping me stuck in my strife.
Everyday I come before it,
and try and knock it down.
Everyday day that fails,
so I try and walk around.
I want to go through the wall,
and live my life like it's golden.
I want to go through the wall,
and say things that haven't been spoken.
But it's standing in my way,
that tall, brown brick wall.
It won't budge or move,
it won't take a fall.
So for now I'm stuck in the past,
until the wall disappears.
But until then I'll stay in the past;
I'll have to stay right here.
Author notes
I know this sucks. But please comment anyway.
A contest entry
- Over The Wall - Picture Prompt. (2nd attempt.) by mystic-angel.
600 points, ended August 21, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think! Don't sugar coat it!
Comments
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it doesnt suck
what the hell are u talking about....well anywayz its awsome and ur definatly competition in the contest
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A wonderful write. Very expressive. Well written. Good luck in the contest.
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Thank you SO much for the silver trophy!!!
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