I bang my head against the wall
I cant get through no not at all
I think we are heading for a fall
So I bang my head against the wall
I try and try to talk it through
There really is no getting through
I feel as though we are poised for war
Or maybe I should walk through the door
I feel it build and begin to seep out
Angers on its way to scream and shout
Jump up and down and round about
Fill me full of grief and shards of doubt
So I push the beast back down below
For frustration is my greatest foe
I bang my head against the wall
No breaking through no not at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this Geoff, anger building up inside and learning to control it, I have written a similar poem called Purple, best wishes Lynda