doors
bang your head against the wall
try to leave
can’t find the cure
the medicine you thieve
think you’re trapped
creator of the net
woven with painful memories
hate and regret
blame on others
anyone but you
not my debt
or drugs you do
scratch at the wall
try to bring it down
but it always seems to grow
and reach all around
try to climb over the wall
it can’t be too high
but as low as you are
why even try
to beat the wall
to pain no more
the simple answer is within
with the key to the door.
shannon apollo 