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
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