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Wall of glass


A wall of glass sits between us Just on the other side sits the only one I’ve ever loved We see each other We scream to each other but to no avail Because the wall is soundproof The room around me is dark and cold and calculating Daring me to make my next move One more screw up it wants One more reason to pull the walls in nearer The one on the other side has always been the one to push back the walls And fix the one light that sits broken in a lonely ceiling fan But now here I am The one sitting in a room of insurmountable grief The one lying here on this hard mattress staring up at a black sky For 24 hours The eerie silence surrounds me whispering nothingness I have nothing left but wishes and hope that ebbs and waivers So I toss an imaginary coin into the void Wishing that one day the silence will be broken One day I will have more to do than sit on a mattress Cold as steel Reconsidering and thinking about All the things I could’ve done better Before that wall solidified How I miss the one on the other side The closeness, the soft sound of their breathing If only I could see long enough To find a crack in the wall A simple fracture that would change everything I could chip away at it Day by day With every regret I’ve ever had With every word left unspoken In a cathartic explosion But who’s to say that the one on the other side Won’t just open her door and walk away? Will miss the grand spectacle as the wall falls away A question left unanswered for another day Who’s to say? That the wall will turn to gray That the fall won’t fall away And the room might collapse with me trapped Betwixt the wall of insurmountable grief
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