All the walls
Have been damaged
By years of overuse-
And there’s nothing left
To hold back
The water from the sky-
Nothing left to do
But pray
That no one else
Can hear me scream.
The cliff is tall
though I’m afraid
That if I jumped
I would not make it
Far enough
Before he pulled me back
To where I started from.
And everyone believes
That I should take back
What is mine
And cut the rest away-
But no one hears me
When I begin to explain
That I have been here
Before-
And after all the fighting
I have done-
It is here that I remain.
I am spent, now…
And I cannot get away. |