Iron Wall

By | 2020-06-30T15:33:09-04:00 July 12th, 2020|Poetry|

I stand there with baited breath. My hands wring the railing that holds me back, Its metal slick and smooth beneath them. It’s like the iron wall I know you face. It bears down on you with heavy weight, And missing keyholes, And walls unreachable, And doors forever sealed.