Damn these barriers
and damn these walls!
One false footing-
and down she falls.
Seems I am always
climbing to get out.
Till nails are blunt
and imbeded with grout.
In this hollow pit
of pain and sorrow,
I long to reach
only the morrow.
But each is a trial
and each must be met.
No fighting the next one,
when still this day, yet.
But, oh how its maddening
and oh, how it pains
and hinders my climb
with tearful rains.
There's no reaching that peak,
if I only look down.
Still I live in the fear
that surely, I'll drown.
No one can hear
my gutteral screams,
that rip from my soul
and shatter my seams.
Inch by inch,
I attempt to ascend.
But am only rooted in place
with each reach I extend.
Why is the top
so damn far away?
Its seems the closer I come,
the farther I stay!
No matter the length,
of distance traversed,
I'm still where I was
in this hell, perversed!
There's no light
at the end of this tunnel,
when it sucks you downward
in a spiraling funnel.
Why can't I reach,
my destination?
Its not for lack of trying,
nor determination!
And yet, I remain,
in this hole of decay.
Forever climbing, scaling
and clawing my way!
Wow, I can relate. Wicked poem, I love it.
-rachel-