ARGUING WITH THE WALL

Asking it, telling it to make a hole,
Make a way for my dreams to come true
And black stains emerge as I'm kicking you.
Yelling "Why wouldn't you let me through?"
Disappointed when you do what you always do.
Block me from what I seemingly want most,
In my heart you should know what comes first.
I wonder why you don't put up a fuss,
When I'm hurting you and discolouring your trust.
There you are bold and blue,
In your position, at least I would've talked back to you.
Making a stance for your belief; this is plain “No."
No, you won't change and no you won't let me go.
So I reason with you, take my time,
As days pass on, waste my time,
Disgusted that I have to come to wall every day,
Look at your disfigured face, made by me no doubt.
Where was your appeal, potential that made me lie about,
Even dreamt that soon you'll have a big square hole cut out.
Which turned untrue, so what is the use, arguing with you?



Copyright 2008 by Marsha Mc Kay