March 5,
1982 8:00 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Walls
When one comes to a wall,
one has to treat it as such.
Many people
Possess different ways
in which to deal with the wall
Some people attempt to scale it
And injure themselves upon falling
Some people attempt to destroy it
but never glimpse what's on the other side
And
some people simply walk away
determined that they
shouldn't pass
But I,
When confronted with a wall
Just never know which course
to take.
So
Something happens
and I fuse with the
wall for a second
And remain on this side.
I don't know what to say. Why how silly. What
a- wait a minit- I'm so familiar with
this paper by now, that I should
ever so eloquently be able to
converse with the waiting mind.
But maybe that's the problem.
Can I ever really converse with
just----------words.
And then
recently
have I even
tried?
Am I selfless
Am I selfish
Do I possess "self"
Are you listening
Am I listening
Hello
I try
Even though I know I can
be successful
Something's wrong
Something's dreadfully wrong
And will I ever find the
words to make it right.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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