The wall devilishly grey,
I made it myself; so strong, so high
Neither could I break nor could I fly
Not a wall of brick or stone
Made of intangibles
Fear, despair, angst
Left me cloaked
in a darkness infinite
I perish here of
desolation,not
stronger enough to
shatter the wall, and let
the light shower my soul.
The soul craves for
the hallowed ray, for
someone to crush the
wall into dust,
set me free,
show me the light.


