When will I be able to see

Behind the wall that appears

So tall?

An obstruction from which

My deepest fears spawn

And I will tragically fall.

Why am I bound by

Insecurity,

Anxiety,

And a hyperactive mind?

Who will save me

From the suggestive glint in my eye,

A highlight of pure frustration

Deceivingly shining?

And where can I find the

Solution to this madness

Inside of my head-

The madness that I so dread?

The crest of a hilltop,

The trough of a wave,

Or will it be the top of that wall

Of which I cannot fathom?

And once I find this hidden place,

How will I escape this ransom

And how will I rid myself of

My burden of twine?  

As for such I have pined,

Every hour,

Every day,

And every passing year.

My dear.

These questions have no answers

And I am still sitting here,

Year after year.