From the bottom of my heart

Expectations

A brick wall surrounds me,
Brick by brick it grows, day
By day. Its height
Is not to be underestimated.
The air is stifling, I can't
Breathe. The air of literature
Is the only air worth breathing,
You said, and I, too, long to inhale
This air. But this barricade
That encloses me
May be my end.