Treasure Island

Little King of Sorrows


The Wall


There's this wall...
I know it's hard to see.
Every inch I conquer,
Brings the world I long to see.
My soul is detained...
I can feel the tension.
My lines are snagged,
It's halting my ascension.
Bloody Hell!
In arrest I stare.
Azure sky surrounding.
I lay a rested prayer.
Is this a wasted venture?
Not hardly be the case.
Retrace my steps as I descend.
This wall without a face.
I shall be back!
Relentless Desire.
Remember the Phoenix.
His rise from the fire.
For God is my witness.
My power and might.
Every prayer is accounted.
Till he calls me to flight.

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013

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The mind of poet who longs to play. But the wall of life, gets in his way.

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