This grey wall <br />surrounding, choking, pulsing with MY life <br />neither visible nor palpable <br />but suffocatingly real <br />bound to time with padlocks of iron <br />forever trailing, stalking and ominously there <br />unshakeable, but one day <br />I will out run you <br />be free of you <br />may even miss you <br />but the bindings will break <br />life will become levelled <br />and the horizon beckons<br /><br />Jazzy Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grey-ghost/
