The walls are caving in,
But there's a light at the end of this tunnel
And I'm getting closer by the day.
I long to be free from this place,
To taste the fresh air
And feel the warmth of the sun
Upon my skin.
I yearn to be surrounded by smiling faces,
And never see conflict again.
Time is of the essence -
This whole thing could collapse
Before I see the light of day...
I do not wish to die beneath the rubble,
But I can only move so quickly,
And I fear that I won't make it.
I fear it all - the tumbling of the stones,
The thud as they hit the ground,
The pain of being crushed to death,
And the injustice of being so very close
To the life of which I dreamed.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
