Constant battle

Constant battle To not be with you To not tear your skin open To not devour your soul While the clock ticks tick tock Tick tock  

The wall

There’s always something blocking ahead. There’s always the wall; thick and made up of stones and concrete. I can kick it. I can try to punch it down with all my passion, but it just won’t collapse. I shiver and pace in this forsaken room. The lights are dim and the cold clouds claim and