Will someone pierce through
These menacing walls
That triumph proudly
Over ruin?

For I’ve grown too thin
In forging their strengths
In a juvenile fit of rage

They’ve climbed beyond
My pitiful reach
And loom with the angst
I’ve thoughtlessly spawned

I’ve hurled myself
Into a mire of weakness
Reborn, a hapless fawn
With frail knees
And a haunted, unwavering stare