The Window Wall

By Ken Sanger



The Wall

Wandering aimlessly, I approached The Wall

…an impregnable Granite Blackness…

…a solid pit of Hell…Anger, Shame, Ignorance and Defeat.

There is no place for Tears

There is no life to awaken

There is no Escape to Justify

No feelings to describe

Only Emptiness in The Wall

Only aimlessness to return to…

The Mirror

Reality Light turns the page of Wall

That I might see the Mirror stead The Wall

Emptiness now has legs

So many names engrave mi image…Guilty faces mine

Shameful tears flow endlessly

Self judgment turns a quiet heart

Forgiveness is a Giant Black Funneling Mirror

I cannot see through it

I cannot forget

I carry the quiet grief of a million Souls…Lost…

The Door

I fall shaking to my knees

What is this empty heaviness

I cannot bare…just reaching out

My eyes bleed rivers red

My heart so heavy sunk

I must turn lily white or surely die

But there is hardly room at the might cross

If I just touch the wall right now

See them who sacrificed…not me…

A door I now preserve

To finally touch the wall at last

A lighted crack turned back for me

I am on the other side for no.

The Window

I look back through the awesome wall

Forgiveness is a window clear, embracing now the sacred ones…