The Wall

By the wall I cry, can you hear? Empty promises and lingering fears. I try to explain but my words are replaced with tears. Is anyone here? Time will hunt me down, this I know. Trying to outrun it but where can I go? Nowhere to be found, the silence is profound, nothing to surround, the emptiness to which I’m bound. It chases me down. 

No one around. 

Am I lost again? Trapped within, where have I been? I’m starting to forget her, the one in the mirror, distorted disfigured, lost to the bigger picture, have I begun to wither? I won’t become bitter. 

I’m trying to make this all right, I’m falling short and falling out and I’m losing my sight, why even fight? Did I forget the light? 

Sitting by this wall again, I whisper hoping it’ll carry through the wind, does anyone hear me, or am I finding the end? It’s all nothing more than questions. 

Here at the wall again.