It is never ending.
I stand behind it everyday and it shuts me out,
it reminds me of this society.
I am locked behind this contraption,
tied down with no room to move.
how ironic it's name starts with chain.
the metal and the rust is all I see,
I wake up and it is all I smell.
it is stale and an ill taste is left on my tongue.
the leaves, my allies,
caught in between, just as I am.
the other side, behind it.
it is a blur, an imaginative land.
people are basking in the summer sun on the other side,
I am here with the same sky but drenched with fat black clouds.
the grass appears green over there, but beneath my bare feet it is yellow and dead.
I tried to climb it once, I dug my hands around the sharp metal.
but it was too tall and it hid surprises at the top.
I fell,
I fell hard.
the ground screamed my name and caught me, yet broke me.
my hands were cut and my heart bruised.
I cannot breathe over here for the air is thick with confusion.
the blur through the triangular holes is comforting.
I picture myself over there.
laughing,
playing,
living.