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The Wall
There was once crystal – square, opaque – which reached up into the skies,
Infinitely tall and wide,
Such that it separated me as an entity, then;
And for such years as I stood.
I visited daily, as I waited every day to lock eyes with this crystal
As I stared it down, it gave no recognition;
It kept me from the other side.
Daily I sought the crystal and sent what it allowed through, a letter,
I could whistle my voice through the glass, I learned,
I could while away my days with messages I carved,
The crystal, though thick, would allow communication,
Though my efforts would afford little return,
Would not strengthen my resolve, would not
Give me hope, as I begged.
Every night, the dark brought comfort just so the crystal could take it away,
Its eerie reflection, glisten, a reminder of the world outside our own,
Ensured me; I had no idea what was on the other side.
I could see land much like my own, deserted,
And a faint light unlike that where I stood,
The truth, my truth,
Separated from me.
I raised hazy eyes to the sky, having asked why I was being punished.
I had done nothing,
But the sky gave no reply, so I cried instead to the Wall,
Whose company was eternal, but silence was death.
The Wall looked upon me with pity, perhaps, as I sat, eyes glazed, day after day,
Focused on such a glow, there, on the other side,
So long it accosted me, antagonized me.
Sleep deprived, sun burnt, dizzy, and forsaken,
I dropped to the knees, my eyes locked shut, my glimpse of the truth,
Faded away.
I gave up, hopeless, mindless, without a purpose,
Dead.
Then the light on the other side flickered.
I opened my eyes and my heart rose to my throat:
Flicker again, I wished, as it obliged,
A grin curved my lips at the simple sight, as the light jumped and resumed its spot,
My eyes looked up to get a second look.
Tears rose to my face, my lips trembled,
My throat clenched and a sob stumbled out as
I frowned and released my agony, my pain, my anger.
I stood up tall, unable to look away.
Impossible, perhaps,
And with pity, maybe,
After I had given up,
When my glimpse of the truth had faded away,
Hope, when
I could look up and see the top
Of the Wall.
One day, I whispered,
I would see the truth.
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Comments
kaesoflare Says:
Allegory of the Cave anyone? there are many similarities, no understanding of the truth, but forever seeking it, even though attaining it is impossible.
Unlike the allegory however, the wall is preventing this person from reaching the truth, not skewing it the truth.
I would've liked to see this in perhaps a narrative format. However, the poetry outline does give it a more emotionally strengthened attribute.
That was the explication
But you wanted someone to decipher it: Well, I would say somebody is in need of working towards one's future rather than going through the motions of his everyday life. And this certain someone hasn't found how to get there yet.