Claw Marks on a Wall
It's close now
The end
Not to all the story
But to my most recent story
The end
Nearly every single day
I am thrust
The insides of me plumet
To a place I do not want to dwell
But my mind spirals
Into the pit
lingers in my gut
that place
that harbors fear and anger and sadness
It is like a living thing
inside of me
Clawing and drawing scratch marks
against the walls
walls that refuse to crumble
walls that stand too strong between me
and
The End
One day
The fear and anger and sadness will rise
Climb the wall
Drop or fly to the other side
A side where this particular ending
will mark a new beginning
for me
It will hopefully be beyond the tears and sorrow
the walls and bars that have trapped me
in a world I never imagined
would be so defined
by so many claw marks on a wall ...