The Wall
By: Khayaah Holmes
It hides her dreams, her future, and most of all her freedom.
Her freedom to discover the unknown, the one thing the world is afraid of. Where pain, tears, and danger didn't exist.
She runs toward it hoping to travel into this undiscovered territory. But as she gets closer and closer, she comes to a realization. Like a smack to the face.
She was wrong..
None of her hopes existed, nowhere in this HOSTILE world is there a place where happiness fills the air. But maybe she should be searching for someone to make her life scintillate, not something.
No...how stupid, she thought, to think there could be anything that might save her from this miserable life.
She tries to stop her feet from smashing her into a million pieces. Stop! STOP IT!
As her body connects to the wall like a missing puzzle piece, the sound of her heart breaking echos through the air.
Her body lays on the ground, so fragile, but so stiff. Red paints her pale skin like a blank canvas, while the rain washes away her consciousness. She slips into a dark abyss.
Her last words floated up towards the bright blue sky. As she takes her last breath she whispers,
...Freedom at Last..
This poem was written by me a while ago. I had written it for a contest called the Pluralist Writers Competition. The topic was The Wall, so let me know in the comments what line you like and why you liked it or what you think i can do better on.
