Poem – When I hit the wall

When I hit the wall

I tried to push through it
I leaned into it with the determination
Of a child yet to experience
The teeth of the world

Every day I placed my hands on it
Pushed and prodded for any loose brick,
Any instability, Any insecurity,
The twist of the logic puzzle

To expose where we all went wrong—

When the point became about
Holding up the wall
Instead of trying to get around it—

Because we all forgot that the person
Obscured on the other side was actually
our brother, sister, mother, cousin, father,

And while I’m banging my fists and head
Trying to be heard, trying to show
That I’m listening, trying to reach
My hand through, trying to grab

Your hand your head your heart

To bring us back together because
This isn’t us anymore.

Every brick that’s been mortared
Between us is an instrument of
A creature which thrives off the division
It has erected and now sustains.

Because when we can’t
see each other’s eyes
Or hear each other’s voices

It is too easy to succumb
To the binary scroll of
allies echoing our outrage
Or enemy agents sewing sedition,

And so all of us are reduced
to slinging pixels, pathological,
Trying to defend a mechanism
Which has already betrayed us,

Set us against each other
A wall of bodies inanimate
Deaf and dumb and unread
Complacent except to repost.

About brokeMC

Artist: Graphic Design, Audio Production, Photo and Film Production and Editing, Painting, Writing, and all other manner of creative indulgence. and my moonwalk is ill.
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