The Wall
White and bumpy,
I stare at the wall.
For how long? I do not know.
For how much longer?
I know not either,
But I guess that’s just how it goes.
Placated passivity contented through nihilistic abandon:
We have no say, we have no control, and the only way is through.
When you are the swan surrounded by ducklings, what do you do?
Fight or flight, hide or ingratiate, I chose to be a possum.
If I killed off mySelf for safety, would they one day maybe accept me?
So here we sit, the wall and I,
Engaged in silent, mortal combat.
If an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind,
What happens to my world if I Cain my Abel?
Jagged rock in bare hand, I bludgeon all that is wrong.
I smash it into place in horrible disfigurement.
Heaving and bloody, i stand over my handiwork.
See? Square pegs can fit in round holes.
We’ve done it.

