My Life Against the Wall
Boom
boom
boom
beating
my blood against my veins
my feet against the ground
my fists against the wall
my body against your body
my life against the wall
beating
old as death
ceaseless.
a womb enclosed me
and I beat my head against it
until I emerged
bloody
gasping
into a box
surrounded by a wall -
covered by a stone.
I beat my life against the wall.
And my heart wants blood
or love
or both
and your body against mine
beating in a rhythm as old as death
while my feet beat the ground
and the wall doesn’t move
My bones break
but the wall doesn’t crumble
My heart breaks
and the wall doesn’t move
I beat my life against the wall
in a rhythm as old as death
knowing
somehow
that in the wall is a door…
and somewhere…
there is a key.
1 comment:
incredible, awesome poem.... such eloquence about the despair of being trapped.... what
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