Cruelty at it’s worst
A love scorned
Pushed out
Door slammed in my face
But there is no door
Only a wall
Miles thick
If an inch
Poking holes
Futilely slaving away
Trying to find
The real you
Here you come
Not just mortar-
More bricks
To keep me out
I have a sledge
I will use it
But at the risk
Of what?
Do I slam it down?
Do I watch it crumble?
To find what
On the other side?
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