Seem To Be Up Against A Wall

Seem To Be Up Against A Wall

Looking For An Exit. . .

The Problem:

Why did they have to make the wall, so high? To quote Pink Floyd:

Some stagger and fall after all it’s not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall
- Outside The Wall

This wall, seems to be made of; neglect, indifference, and apathy. Have to wonder, what will happen, if people turn to love, and kindness? Would their walls, all fall down in a heap?

Waiting for my death. Here inside this wall. Not sure, that I want to be outside the walls? What is best, and where is best? This world, feels like a cage, a damn living death. Are they all zombies in here? I want answers!!!!

No one is reading my work. I write, because I must. Not writing, will result in bad outcomes. Want to avoid that. However, I do wish, that people were reading my work. It might, make me feel better? What is true? Are they smart enough, to understand the problem?

See all those zero’s where there should be like ten, or twenty? It would be nice to fix that. It would be nice, if people cared. Seems this damn wall, is killing me. Not able to break myself free from this cage. And, let me tell you what; it is extremely lonely in here. Need some nourishment, and some comfort that feels like comfort. Seems to be plenty of rat poison here.