See once there was
A thing
That could have helped me
That thing was love
It was my dove
To fly away
But a wall appeared
One so large that my thought stopped
Slamming into me, oh dear
Now I hate
I hate this wall
I hate it all
I want it gone
So I can pursue
That which felt so new
To be gone
So I could love
So that I could grow
So that I have no flow
So much room to grow in this place
The walls are safe
No more view
I'm stuck here now
No foes, this can work
I'll settle down and escape
That of the outside reality
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The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
