That ever present immovable wall
Should I topple thee or lay beneath your cold shadow fall
Must I pummel on your stone with an ever-tiring fist
Until the skin has sloughed away and bloodied, broken bone persists
And even cartilage and ligament has snapped under exertion
With the sweat and salt stinging, burning, crippling with assertion
Cannot you wake,
Acknowledge me!
move aside or even pardon?
But then shall my shell remain a corpse laid on your maintained garden
Obtuse, aggrieving obstacle standing in perfection
Does your proud, palatine sovereign crave for my affection
Far be it for the pleasant peasant to notice imperfection
Lest that blessed be for all to see rise up in sweet rejection
And even swollen with the truth and casting off the lies
With the bile, pus, infection oozing, dripping from their eyes
Cannot you wake,
Acknowledge it!
Give up the life you're guarding?
But then shall my shell remain a corpse laid on your maintained garden
Poetry by Brooke
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Written on 2023-04-12 at 21:31
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The Wall
Obtuse, sullen obstacle standing far too tallShould I topple thee or lay beneath your cold shadow fall
Must I pummel on your stone with an ever-tiring fist
Until the skin has sloughed away and bloodied, broken bone persists
And even cartilage and ligament has snapped under exertion
With the sweat and salt stinging, burning, crippling with assertion
Cannot you wake,
Acknowledge me!
move aside or even pardon?
But then shall my shell remain a corpse laid on your maintained garden
Obtuse, aggrieving obstacle standing in perfection
Does your proud, palatine sovereign crave for my affection
Far be it for the pleasant peasant to notice imperfection
Lest that blessed be for all to see rise up in sweet rejection
And even swollen with the truth and casting off the lies
With the bile, pus, infection oozing, dripping from their eyes
Cannot you wake,
Acknowledge it!
Give up the life you're guarding?
But then shall my shell remain a corpse laid on your maintained garden
Poetry by Brooke
Read 71 times
Written on 2023-04-12 at 21:31
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