The Student Newspaper of Cambridge Rindge and Latin

The Other Side of the Wall

Are there trees beyond this wall? Brighter suns?

 

Sweltering through shade, I am left alone

 

Tall grass sees past bleak stone bricks, but I don’t

 

Keeping my soul apart from my true thought

 

The wall evolves into buildings, cities

 

I stay old and decrepit like a tomb

 

It watches my grave to keep me under

 

Smiles and points through its hideous wealth

 

I started building a door to get through

 

But the wall had friends, they teamed up on me

 

One wall after another, I was blocked

 

Locked in a cage I built, that I can’t leave

 

I make peace with my walls, found my new home

 

Where I imagine the sun oozing light

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