The Wall

There's this wall...
I know it's hard to see.
Every inch I conquer,
Brings the world I long to see.
My soul is detained...
I can feel the tension.
My lines are snagged,
It's halting my ascension.
Bloody Hell!
In arrest I stare.
Azure sky surrounding.
I lay a rested prayer.
Is this a wasted venture?
Not hardly be the case.
Retrace my steps as I descend.
This wall without a face.
I shall be back!
Relentless Desire.
Remember the Phoenix.
His rise from the fire.
For God is my witness.
My power and might.
Every prayer is accounted.
Till he calls me to flight.

by Little King of Sorrows

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Comments (4)

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”- H.P. Lovecraft
This is a short, but rather deep poem...I think I understand it, but I'm not certain I want to 'enter to the unknown'....muahaha...
the only things people fear are the unknown and death, but as whitman says life is greater than both of the two fears, so live on
I think this poem is talking about people dying and going into the world of the 'unknown' and those from life are ascending into death. it is like a 'portal' into that world! hints the name...lol