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Beyond these Walls

Waiting for the tears
that will not come
I wonder at what once was
and linger on things
never to be
a child's dreams
of how life should be
never seem to resemble reality
deep inside me
I feel the pulling
as if something out there
beyond the glass walls
of my fortress
is calling to me
but I am in the labrynthe
far from rescue
with failing hopes
and a long dead dream
the darkness wants me
I hide in shadows
until it passes
if it catches me
I will escape
still there is that voice
at the edge of my mind
a glimpse of someone
and a place so beautiful
it tears at my soul
even I can not discover
the path out of my prison
it is so hard to believe
that anything truly exists
beyond these walls

ęby: Karen Damon 1992