I pound my fists against the wall
To no avail, my mind still sleeps
To blot it out, to vanquish all
As memories are, all there to keep
I can’t forge forward as life does stall
I stand a man, but yet I weep

Like ghosts, a presence close at hand,
They never venture through the gates
Nor have no want for distant lands
So in my mind, the memories wait
Alone now, no one understands
The thoughts I’m left to contemplate

Now’s a wall, with broken boards
The open structure is now defined
My hands, they punched, but will no more
As beaten ghosts vacate my mind
To spaces there, to find accord
I hope they stay, be so inclined