Foaming with rage
I write another page.
I sit beside the wall,
the mighty obstacle.
What do I need?
How do I find it?
What method applies?
And how do I use it?
Quietly, cautiously,
I peek out from my secret place,
My hermitage under the rocks,
At the base of the barrier.
I feel so alone,
But I let this feeling expand
Until it fills everything,
Then as quickly dissipates.
What was that?
Nothing it seems.
The barricade fell,
And the loneliness dissolved.
What am I to make of this?
Perhaps it’s just a habit,
This hide and seek,
A prehensile tale.
If I don’t grab at it
It disintegrates;
My obstruction weakens
And my path beckons.
There is peace once again,
And silence in the glen.
The water laps softly
By the rocky shore.
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