Poetry and writing

The fence

Here is the life I've always longed for.

On the other side of the chain link fence. How cruel it is, I can watch what I always wanted but can never get through the barbed wire.

How I will kick and punch, how I will scream and cry.

It is no use. The fence is too strong. Whenever I break it down they build it higher. It's far too high for me to climb now.

I rot in my sorrows of regret; why didn't I climb over when I had the chance  Oh, how I sob.

The life I want is just out of reach.