Wall

by JoyAnn   Mar 16, 2008


Beneath the layers
of paint and plaster
under the new
and yet so fake cover

the dents Ive made
out of anger and rage
when i had flown
too far from my cage

carried away,
i continued to punch
each with more energy
till i heard "crunch"

i had reached the door
and broken it right through
my fingers were bleeding
and my knuckles were too

look back at the wall,
the blood, then the door
i screamed and i cried
as i fell to the floor.

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