Why, why did I speak to this wall?
Its cold mortar does not heed.
Smooth surface, solid and stiff; my wall cares not that I protest it.
Oh, my sweet fortress of solitude how you fooled me.
I thought time would have helped us both, but no, time has conspired against us truth be bold.
I told myself, just wait, wait a while longer.
Time would surely change your stance.
I beat my body against you.
I attack hot with fire, you shun me still oh wall with no pyre.
No cracks from shake, nor rocks will break, mere grains of sand might you fake.
So strong are you. I’ve poured myself out to you.
Wail do I at your door, no, no it does no good.
Winds carry from you time to time; I hate their whispers in my ear.
Torment and torture, they tell me my fate.
Why such great faithfulness they hiss?
“Fear, fear I say, fear of my lord.” He tells me no, “you are weak,” oh that I know, I am meek.
Obligations tie me near, my little reminder so young and dear.
Little me, I look upon you, how could I ever leave you with this wall alone.
My wall, my wall, I tear my flesh for you to notice.
I know your cunning now, words you speak, talk and stake.
Actions are language eternal.
Concerned you are not, is the standard you bare me.
Like all bricks built the same way, how they change nil from generation to generation.
Two, three, four, five pitted against me.
My passion plays out, dying hard with emboldened spear.
Will it fade out, yes, my lord has no doubt; death he knows is the ultimate equalizer.
A bigger fear may soon present, a love turned hate, my passions infuriate.
Ignore me my wall, you will see.
Mother Nature has not been deaf.
She hears my cries, watering her one tear at a time.
Dampened earth beneath my feet, nature turns my strength to sleet.
A storm from my heart does she gather, thunder and lightning, louder and louder.
Do you hear it my masonry surface?
Crashing forthwith, lives will fall asunder.
I know not what will happen next.
Nature and walls cannot coexist.
One is wild the other still, passions will play while the fortress contains.
You’ve hurt me so.
Oh Lord, here I am full of fear, can I live now, or do you will me still in your sphere?
Pardons and redemptions are they so rare?
It seems they only existed for sojourners the predetermined.
Re-enforcements bronze my wall, shinning gilded, this storm will explode, I am sure to be broken in its wake.
Now, again this will not last forever.
When death comes permanent, my eye lids will fall, but with my last breath I will say “I only wanted to give my passions all.”