My heart

My hopes, my goals, my dreams, my future.
My fear, my strength, my sadness - joy.
My love, my wants, my apprehension;
My heart.

My heart.

Walls tower upwards, do not crumble,
Left no gap; eyes cannot see.
Fingers bloody, they do tremble,
Cannot break with certainty.

No end in sight means constant battle -
Ears echo with unending screams.
Nothing here is ever subtle,
Held tight in a different plane.

Bloodshot eyes are filled with fury,
Groping, gripping, for a cure.
Tear these walls down please, and hurry!
Or forever, surely, they'll endure.