These dark walls dash dreams
dealt to me by cold fate
through fear-filled fever-thoughts
by forcing me to stop and wait.
They block the bad and break
the good through an ill-thought need
left to bounce and bound within
my head and make me bleed.
Imagined needs now unheeded
by the softly scribbling pen
within the newly broken walls
never again to barrier-block
away the dreams of many men.
ardentpoetry 