Sometimes it seems my dreams

are beyond glass screens

They are so high and so wide

I can’t push them aside.


These tantalising dreams

You can hear my screams

the frustration’s too much

To see and not to touch.


I gather together

like armoured leather

my strengh and resolve anew

and try to run through.


I rebound from the wall

bruised yet I stand tall

the dreams taunt me alas

through this great wall of glass.


I glance down at the ground

at this Mallet, I’ve found

the mallet made from my skill

Iron hard like my will.


Forcefully I make my door

Glass shards crash to the floor

and with triumphant screams

lovingly embrace my dreams.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/April/2018




Daily Prompt: Mallet

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