Posted in 2016, poetry

Wall of Glass

A hand is pressed to glass

as water pours down over it

and though this person may try

they will never get through the clear wall alone

since it is of their own making.

The water will rise eventually

and fear settles in.

They pray for salvation, hope for a saviour

but one may never come.

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