In front of my house,

A red brick wall stands witness

To my rising desires;

Overtime

It has not grown in height,

It has no graffiti painted on it,

No question asked either,

Almost an unwanted construct

That blocks my view.

I cannot see my world reshape

Itself,

It does not part the wind

That blows my way,

My desires stay unruffled

Gathering dust.

Indeed my nerves are taut,

There is a tightness building up in my chest

It does not allow me to breathe

Freely,

I gaze at the sky

Only to envy its spread and openness.

I could have grown wings to fly

Like I give to my thoughts

That leap and race.