The Wall Poem by Garbiel Morris

That door,
Not that door.
Will it?
Oh it must!
Bleeding mad,
This door!
I've done it,
I have.
I touched
That door.
And now,
I'm inside
o-u-t.
Falling?
Yes. Fall-

The beach.
The beach.
The waves.
That man,
That old,
Sad,
Man.
A wave.
From him,
From me.
It's far
Far
Too bad,
That I must
Leave this place.

And yet,
Here I am,
Again with
This blasted
Door!
But no,
I won't touch
You now.
I've overstayed
My welcome.
Now,
I must...
Open
My
eyes.