i keep bumping into <br />the same blank wall <br />wonder who built it? <br />this stone wall bars <br />any movement <br />either to right <br />or to left... <br />leave that stupid hope <br />of going forward anymore, <br />said the wall in <br />very clear terms <br /> <br />as a pass time <br />i keep throwing a small <br />ragged tennis ball <br />a child left behind- <br />always alert to catch it <br />as the wall keeps throwing <br />it back to me... <br /> <br />17dec2009 <br />20.41hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cul-de-sac-3/
